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486 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 28, 2025
“Humans never deserve our grace,” she said, “but we give it anyway.”
Astride the north bank of the lake, the ancient monastery sprawled. No one of its roofs was quite aligned with any other. They tumbled down like slate skirts around the monolith of the central tower. Between the parapets of old blue stone, a hundred prayer flags fluttered in the wind. Balconies leaned down precariously. High balustrades enclosed rooftop gardens. Over everything wheeled a great ring of birds, black against the overcast sky: crows and doves, magpies and miners, swallows and cockatoos.
It was a silence studded with sounds, yet all the deeper for them: the gregarious slide-whistles of the currawongs, the lofty warbling of the magpies, the trickling chatter of the fairy wrens. The bird calls rose in chorus with the dawn and subsided as the light grew strong. But today that light was blotted by the rain that fell through the canopy, making the sprays of the she-oaks hang heavy with droplets.
“Six days and six nights he stayed in the Rain House,” she had said. “And on the seventh day he was married...
“Then the people will come down from their hiding places in the mountains. All they will have is what they can carry on their backs, and all will labour together to restore the valley. There will be a jubilee, all debts wiped away, and each man and woman will begin anew. You see, children—the flood washes everything clean.”