BOOK QUOTE:

“On most nights under the winter moon when we have made our camp, around us echo faint sounds of that other hidden world—the one of meadow and forest in the night. The melody of whip-poor-will, the cry of hunting owl, the scurrying rush of vole and chasing clown. It is as if some great razor scraped the life from this sheet of white-edged vellum, leaving only blank.”

— from the novel Sinful Folk

“I can see her now. On the day we take the forest path to the deep stream beside the alder copse. There a plover calls in the deep woodsy stillness, and then a pair of martins dart across the over-grown path. 

Through the trees can be seen the thick and fast-moving line of flowing water, a steep bank beneath our feet and flowering at the edge of the water, the purple loosestrife and meadowsweet of spring."

-- from the novel SINFUL FOLK 

PHOTO: Norland Moor, Halifax, England

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