Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. - Song of Songs
All one's inventions are true. - Flaubert
For my father and mother
When Mary Miller was ten years old and not yet a witch, and Carsden was still a thriving mining village, she would watch her brother Tom playing football in the park with his friends.
She did not understand what was happening, not exactly, but she saw Sandy's bright teeth gritted in determination, and she knew that whatever he was thinking, it had to do with endurance and even perhaps, just perhaps, a kind of resurrection.
"Mary Miller has always been an outcast. She is the mother of a bastard son Sandy, and caught up in a faltering affair with the local schoolteacher. Both mother and son are graduallly forced to come to terms with the past and a dark secret from Mary's childhood." -- BOOK JACKET… (more)