“The Gaffer once told me how it was when he was a child and someone died in the Endlands. The relatives of the deceased would blacken one of their mules from tail to lips with wet peat and sent it wandering down the valley to let the other families know that death had paid a visit. When the mule was found, it was washed in the river and taken back to where it belonged. And with them they'd bring bread and meat and soul's cake. In those days, the Gaffer said, the body was not considered unclean or frightening and before it went to the undertaker's the loved one was laid out in the front room for touch and kisses. Yuck, says Adam. But think of it like this, I say: Death would have plenty of time with them. The least we could do was let them stay in the house with their family for a little while longer. Special candles, thick as leeks, were placed at the head and the feet, and the floor was strewn with salt and rosemary. And then the soul's cake would be laid on the chest over the heart and the living would each take their share. Not a speck could be left, no hidden under shirt buttons or between the fingers of folded hands. It was a privilege of the dead to pass on with all their sins eaten away. The burden now rested with the living.” DeathSin Book:Devil's Day Source: Devil's Day
“Kat looked at them as they spoke, wanting to say something. She'd told me often enough that the nursery wasn't without its problems. It wasn't all singing and painting rainbows. But she believed that children were innocent parrots of their mothers' and fathers' prejudices. Wickedness wasn't innate. Well, she hadn't seen what Lennie Sturzaker used to do to me. No, some children are like pigs in a wood. Weaknesses to them are as pungent as truffles.” Children Book:Devil's Day Source: Devil's Day