Dark Tides (The Fairmile, #2)

by Philippa Gregory

I didn’t think I’d live; but when I could breathe again I had lost the fear of death—the fear of anything. I can’t be destroyed, I just change. The water didn’t drown me, it flows through me. I am my own tidelands, I carry the water in my own lungs.”

The present seems to echo the past to tell us that we will only survive if we live tolerantly and generously with one another, treating nature with respect and welcoming strangers as did the Pokanoket, imagining a better world like Ned and the Mayflower generation.