He shivers, but not from the autumn chill, and rolls his great dark eyes to look questioningly back at me I can see terror in the whites. He is sensitive, my steed, in the way most animals are, though he does not possess the Sight: he cannot see those pursuing us, but he can sense the Evil residing in one particular heart. He is exhausted, gasping from the long, strenuous run even so, when at last I rein him in, he fights me, rearing his head.Īs he slows reluctantly, lifting strong, graceful legs to pace sidelong, I put one palm flat against his shoulders and feel the muscles straining there. They pierce and sting, and though it seems right that this moment should be physically painful, I feel a welling of pity for the stallion. Hard as the rain: in the flash, it appears long, jagged, crystalline - a hail of icicles, of small, frozen lightning bolts. Rosemary brings memories roses are not without thorns stones are hard. My galloping mount's coat gleaming like onyx, his wet mane whipping like a Medusa's crown in the angry wind see, too, the road to Carcassonne before us, studded with stones, brambles of wild rose, and bushes of rosemary that yield their astringent fragrance as they are crushed beneath the horse's hooves. Excerptįast, malignant clouds shroud the moon and stars, and the softer velvet black of the night sky profound darkness veils all, save for those instants when lightning illuminates the distant mountains, and I see: The result is a page-turning novel about one of the most intriguing periods in history. Like a magician herself, Jeanne Kalogridis weaves a tale of star-crossed love, of faith and heresy, of mysticism and witchcraft, against a fascinating historical backdrop - the Black Death, the Hundred Years' War, and the catastrophic defeat of France at the hands of the English. Michel, a pious and compassionate monk sent to hear her confession, finds himself drawn more intimately into Sybille's life and destiny than either of them could have imagined. Before long, Sybille's unusual powers bring her under the scrutiny of the Inquisition. She flees her village and takes refuge in a Franciscan sisterhood. Mother Marie Françoise, born Sybille, is a midwife with a precocious gift for magic - a gift that makes her a prime target for persecution at the hands of the Church.
In an epic tale of passion, mystery, and unspeakable danger, one woman faces the flames.and triumphs. The Inquisition rages throughout medieval France, searching ruthlessly for heretics.
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