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272 pages, Hardcover
First published August 18, 2022
Their workers, now fewer than fifty, are bereaved and must be reassured at once, before the imp of disobedience takes hold like some fast-growing tare; and first one, then another, then a crowd grow bold enough to think that, possibly, the world is more enticing than eternity. Then what of eden? Those tares will multiply. Those fields and gardens will grow wild. The masters cannot tend them on their own. Those walls and barns and sacred roosts will age and crack like trees, weighed down by ivy, moss and vines, brought down by wind and time. And what of angels? Where will they take wing?
This is a story that will be told for years to come. A love story, a history, a tale of wisdom gained, of growing old, of treasuring what’s drawn in air as much as what is solid earth and stone, of clinging close to flesh and bark, of birds and bells, of work and play, and forging out of hardship hope. This is a story that unends.
The garden was never as loose and carefree as the world on this side of the wall or as embroidered. Its cloth was always cut as plain as possible. Whatever brute or blackguard made this place, it certainly was not the same lord who fashioned eden. That lord would never be so whimsical and fickle. Compared to this, his paradise has been begotten endless, sullen, constant, dull, sedate.