Название: The Furies
Автор: Katie Lowe
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические детективы
isbn: 9780008288990
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Version: 2019-11-08
For Maria
While all melts under our feet, we may well grasp at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist’s hands, or the face of one’s friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of forces on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.
Walter Pater, The Renaissance: Studies in Art and Poetry, 1868
Observe these generation of Witches, if they be at any time abused by being called Whore, Theefe, &c, by any where they live, they are the readiest to cry and wring their hands, and shed tears in abundance & run with full and right sorrowfull acclamations to some Justice of the Peace, and with many teares make their complaints: but now behold their stupidity; nature or the elements reflection from them, when they are accused for this horrible and damnable sin of Witchcraft, they never alter or change their countenances nor let one Teare fall.
Matthew Hopkins, The Discovery of Witches, 1647
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraphs
Autumn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Winter
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Spring
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Summer
Chapter 17
Autumn
Chapter 18
Acknowledgements
About the Publisher
The strange thing, they said, wringing their hands and whispering as though we couldn’t hear, or weren’t listening through extension phones or cracks in the walls, was that there was no known cause of death.
Inconclusive, they said, as though that changed the fact of it, which was this: a sixteen-year-old girl, dead on school property, without a single clue to suggest why or how. No unexplained prints on the body, the forensic examination finding no trace of violence, nor rape, nor a single fibre that could not be linked to the girl, her friends, or her mother, whom she had hugged for the last time that morning as she left for school. It was as though her heart had simply stopped, her blood stilled in her veins, preserving her forever in a single moment, watchful as the dawn.
The papers blurred it out, took suggestive photographs of the screen the police erected around the scene, an implicit acknowledgement of the horrors that lay within. But by that time, I’d already seen it. I see it now, sometimes, when I’m struggling СКАЧАТЬ