![]() ![]() ![]() The boats are still rowing, still steady in the uncertain light, lamps glimmering.Īnd then the sea rises up and the sky swings down and greenish lightning slings itself across everything, flashing the black into an instantaneous, terrible brightness. Her arms crackle: she brings one needle-coarsened finger to the other and pushes it under her woollen cuff, feels the hair stiff and the skin beneath it tightening. Marenĭid not look up until the bird or the sound or the change in the air called her to the window to watch the lights shifting across the dark sea. The book opens with a natural catastrophe which destroys the fishing fleet of the island and kills essentially all the men. Set in such a specific place and time, her writing manages to be both wonderfully vivid and present, and powerfully urgent and pressing, and carefully philosophical. Millwood Hargraves’ novel is extraordinary. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. First Witch Where hast thou been, sister?įirst Witch A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, Eleven years after these lines in Macbeth were first performed. ![]() A year and a half after Shakespeare’s death. twenty-eight years after James I and VI accused witches of summoning a tempest to kill his betrothed, Anne of Denmark. An island in north eastern Norway where at Christmas the sun never rises. ![]()
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