P 52 Quotes

“What unsettle me more was the sound of crying coming from the back of the hall, though I couldn’t see who was making it: Mrs. Henderson, Miss Carter and one of the local women blocked the view.
‘You mustn’t think like that,’ Mrs. Henderson was saying. ‘None of this is your fault.’
‘If anyone’s to blame it’s Hitler,’ Miss Carter added.
‘Every time I get settled, I have to move again.’ The voice was a girl’s, wobbly with tears. ‘I liked it at the Jenkinses’ house. It was… all right, you know?’
‘Once the bombing stops you can go back to the Jenkinses again, can’t you, eh?’ said Mrs. Henderson.
‘But even that’s not my real home, is it?’ the girl sobbed.
‘I know, lovey, I know,’ soothed Mrs. Henderson.
I still couldn’t see the person crying, but with a start I recognised her voice. The strange, gruff twang was a giveaway, as was the name ‘Jenkins’.
‘Crikey,’ I muttered under my breath. If someone as tough as Esther Jenkins could cry, there wasn’t much hope for anyone else.”
― Emma Carroll, Letters from the Lighthouse

“Sir Tristan?’ Simeon ventured. ‘But even if he does, will he defend the King? Coming from Lyonesse, surely he’ll follow the Goddess?’
Dominian showed his teeth in a nasty laugh. ‘The Great Mother, yes. The old whore we are driving from the land.’
‘As soon as we have taken Her ways for our own?’
Dominian frowned. ‘What d’you mean?’
An earnest student of both history and the modern world, Simeon had been waiting for the moment to bring this up. ‘Did not the first Christians take over the apparatus of the Mother?’ he began importantly. ‘Her threefold incarnation of Maiden, Mother, and Wise Woman, is that not what people in those days called the Holy Trinity?’
Dominian paused. ‘This is not something to share with the common folk,’ he said carefully. ‘We teach them that God the Father was here before all things.’
‘But our Communion, too,’ Simeon pressed on. ‘At the feasts of the Mother, the Lady is the loaf giver to all who come and pours wine from her loving cup with her own hand. When we offer bread and wine, haven’t we taken thus from the first power of the Lady, to feed and to provide?”
― Rosalind Miles, Isolde, Queen of the Western Isle