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In the end, I listen to the fear that keeps me awake, that resounds through the frantic beating in my breast, the dry terror in my throat, the dread that comes with the pricking of the rat’s nervous feet in the darkness.
In the early hours of the night, I tell myself that the sound I hear is frost cracking, river ice breaking. I lie to my own heart, as one lies to a frightened child, one who cannot be saved from the conflagration.
All the while, I know it is a fire. And I know how near it is.
Always, I must hide my true face. As my fingers work, I grip hope to me, a small bird quaking in the nest of my heart.
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This sooty ritual is perhaps my own strange paean to womanhood. Like Theresa of Avignon, that spoiled heiress of the French throne, who shared my vows at Canterbury, the world will see me only as I intend.It is a type of vanity: if I cannot be a woman, I will be as ugly a man as I can muster.
It had not been a long journey, but the memory of it filled her like an infection. She had felt tethered by time to the city behind her, so that the minutes stretched out taut as she moved away, and slowed the farther she got, dragging out her little voyage.
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The novel Sinful Folk is the story of a mother who carries a hidden secret and a terrible grief. In December of the year 1377, the village of Duns in northeast England suffered a great tragedy. Children died in a house fire. The villagers undertook a desperate journey to demand justice for their children's deaths.
