Suddenly Damask found herself staring down at the flowers through a dazzle of tears. The words sounded so innocent and so disarming – she remembered that she hadn’t wanted to come through the beautiful woods...

Perhaps I am the only person who, asked whether she were a witch or not, could truthfully say, “I do not know. I do know some very strange things have happened to me, or through...

I am trying now to be entirely honest. I did actually comfort in the thought that the Devil had, on Strawless Common, defeated God. I much preferred that thought to the thought that God hadn’t...

It was not the first time – it was far from the firs time – that Damask had suspected that there was something queer, something quite out of the ordinary about her mind. Most people...

Don’t worry about it, Borage. I’ve always been inclined to think that the Apostle Paul was similarly afflicted. He speaks often of a bodily weakness, and men have been at pains to name it, attibuting...

Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the corner……