What do you think?
Rate this book


440 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2025
He stuck out his thumb, its nail edged black like the thinnest new moon. ‘Feather,’ he said. Then his forefinger. ‘Ink.’ His middle finger. ‘Skin.’ He took his writing feather and showed me how it was held in those three fingers. ‘These gifts from the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost, connected by these three fingers.’
‘Trinity,’ I whispered.’ (Freda)