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"TEN YEARS AGO, at Michaelmas, the early autumn hours were fading into dusk. The day was dying slow. I had fallen off the straight and narrow into a place of harsh rocks and broken brambles, like the story of Satan falling from heaven on Saint Michael’s Day. But I had fallen from no heaven, and those who pursued me were no angels." -- from the novel SINFUL FOLK

Enchanted Forest

. -The moss on land felt different, soft. Astrid touched it curiously, memorizing the texture, the feathery dampness feeling good against her skin.

La oscuridad del verde es claridad.