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Today was the feast of All Souls, the traditional day to remember the dead. Everyone in the house was remarking upon the thick frost that iced the leaves in the garden. Tomorrow would be even colder, Pierre promised.
“Trouble is no fool. Given the choice, I’d rather travel with a woman than with you.”
If one more person in this room questions me or criticizes Diana, I’ll rip your heart out and feed it to you while it still beats.”
You’re good at uncovering secrets. I’m good at keeping them,” Matthew said simply.
“There simply isn’t room in this day for one more crisis—be it queen, country, or Catholics.
In every moment, for the rest of my life, I will be choosing you—over
Once I was enshrouded in the scent of paper, leather, and stone, some of the loneliness left me. This was a world I knew.
“I just killed a man! This isn’t the moment to discuss our marriage.”
‘Change is the only reliable thing in the world.’”
Like sun and moon, we were unconcerned at this moment with time, distance, and difference. All that mattered was our position relative to each other.
“You will not be alone either, Philippe de Clermont,” I whispered fiercely. “I’ll find a way to be with you in the darkness, I promise. And when you think the whole world has abandoned you, I’ll be there, holding your hand.” “How could it be otherwise,” Philippe said gently, “when you are in my heart?”
I made my way through the crowd. They all seemed to be human. What a disappointment.
“It was difficult at first, not to have all the answers. Over the years I’ve forgotten how much fun it is to have nothing but questions.”
“We women own nothing absolutely, save what lies between our ears. Our virtue belongs first to our father and then to our husband. We dedicate our duty to our family. As soon as we share our thoughts with another, put pen to paper or thread a needle, all that we do and make belongs to someone else. So long as she has words and ideas, Annie will always possess something that is hers alone.”
“We face a dark future if children stop asking questions,
“Diana is a maker of spells,” Goody Alsop said. “We weavers are rare creatures. That is why the goddess sent you to me.”
“They fear us because we are different. Fear breeds contempt, then hate. It is a familiar story. Once witches destroyed whole families lest the babes grew to be weavers, too. The few weavers who survived sent their own children into hiding. A parent’s love for a child is powerful, as you will both soon discover.”