“In the end, I listen to my fear. It keeps me awake, resounding through the frantic beating in my breast. It is there in the dry terror in my throat, in the pricking of the rats’ nervous feet in the darkness. Christian has not come home all the night long. I know, for I have lain in this darkness for hours now with my eyes stretched wide, yearning for my son’s return.” WomenHistoryHistoricalMedievalJewishStrong WomanStrong Female CharactersMystery FictionStrong HeroineSinfulfolk Book:Sinful Folk Source: Sinful Folk
“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our passage. Their black feathers are stark as soot against the white road and the snow. They stab at the ground with their strange bare bills and gray unfeathered faces. The birds are like rough-edged black stones on a string around this stripped cold neck of road. The old books tell us rooks bring the virtuous dead to heaven’s gate.” HistoricalHistorical FictionMedievalHistorical Fiction Mystery Book:Sinful Folk Source: Sinful Folk