she breathed—not with lungs, but with the sigh of the hearth, the creak of warm timber, the thrum in the air when magic settles happy.
“The strange white world lay stroked by silence. No birds sang. The garden was no longer there, in this forested land. Nor were the out-buildings nor the old crumbling walls. There lay only a narrow clearing round the house now, hummocked with unbroken snowdrifts, before the trees began, with a narrow path leading away.”
― The Dark Is Rising
― The Dark Is Rising
“every man has a last choice after the first, a chance of forgiveness. It is not too late. Turn. Come to the Light.”
― The Dark Is Rising
― The Dark Is Rising
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