Elen Sentier

“The Romans gave them Roman names, and let them be; but the Christians refuse to believe in them, and their priests berate the poorer folk for clinging to the old ways—and no doubt for wasting offerings which would do better at some hermit’s cell than at some ancient holy place in the forest. But still the simple folk creep out to leave their offerings, and when these vanish by morning, who is to say that a god has not taken them? This,”
― Mary Stewart, The Hollow Hills

“I lay wakeful, watching the empty dark, listening to the little wind which had sprung up throwing handfuls of rain against the walls of the tent,”
― Mary Stewart, The Hollow Hills

“and behind the stone the faint drifting of the stars that is not movement, but the heavens breathing. Still”
― Mary Stewart, The Hollow Hills

“I was back on the scented hillside with the moon coming out above the ruins of the temple where nothing remains now of the Goddess but her night-owls brooding. So”
― Mary Stewart, The Hollow Hills