ISlovemher zndy 1^41The second of November was the last time vs^hen everything v^as all right, and of all days it was All Souls, the day of the dead. The day when, back in the old world, the bells rang for hours into the darkness to reach the souls in purgatory, to tell them we'd never forsake them, never stop pleading with God to take them in. Those bells clamoured on our behalf, too, though, I'd always felt: calling to the dead - so much more numerous than us to spare a backwards glance. They couldn't resist it, creeping back to steal a...
ISlovemher zndy 1^41The second of November was the last time vs^hen everything v^as all right, and of all days it was All Souls, the day of the dead. The day when, back in the old world, the bells rang for hours into the darkness to reach the souls in purgatory, to tell them we'd never forsake them, never stop pleading with God to take them in. Those bells clamoured on our behalf, too, though, I'd always felt: calling to the dead - so much more numerous than us to spare a backwards glance. They couldn't resist it, creeping back to steal a look at us: we, the hapless living, ignorant of what was to come. They pressed in on us, after dark, coming in on the night air despite the closed doors, hovering among the rafters despite the flaring wicks, and drawing deep on our exhaled breaths. Much was made of their mischief, back in
Termékadatok
Cím: The Confession of Katherine Howard [antikvár]
Amennyiben az Ön által választott könyvesbolt neve mellett
1-5
szerepel, kérjük kattintson a bolt nevére, majd a megjelenő elérhetőségeken érdeklődjön a készletről és foglalja le a könyvet.