Status Updates From Cloud & Ashes: Three Winter...

Something about Mary Butts and the presence of the mythic has sent me back here for another reread. God the sentences are just beautiful.

Nothing wrong with re-reading a book that's definitely worth it. Third time's a charm.

"Bent beneath a heavy creel, a woman walked the shore. It was strom-changed, like a man's face back from war: scoured of old thought and restless, while behind his empty eyes death raged. A rare new beach, an old sea."

"They were bedded, as the crow lad saw it, in an empty house: swept bare, but long since given over to the ministry of spiders and the mapwork of officious damp." (page 285)

A witch. No Annis: yet the dark eyes held her gaze. They saw, not through her, but her flaw: where she might crack. "You are long returning," said the Cloud witch. "Daughter Annot."