...dreadful birds, dressed in red with breasts of silver buttons, and cocked heads and sharp mouths, looking for guilt like berries on a bush.
Hannah KentIt was not hard to believe a beautiful woman capable of murder, Margret thought.As it says in the sagas, Opt er flago i fogru skinni. A witch often has fair skin.
Hannah KentTag: witchcraft iceland criminals murderesses
Of all the names, one is a mistake. One is a nightmare. The stair you miss in the darkness.
Hannah KentIf I believed everything everyone had ever told me about my family I’d be a sight more miserable than I am now
Hannah KentNo doves come from ravens’ eggs
Hannah KentShe made mistakes and others made up their minds about her. People around here don’t let you forget your misdeeds. They think them the only things worth writing down.
Hannah KentI could have been a pauper; I could have been their servant, until those words! They anchor me to a memory that snatches the breath out of me. They are the magic words, the curse that turns me into a monster, and now I am Agnes of Illugastadir, Agnes of the fire, Agnes of the dead bodies with the blood, not burnt, still clinging to the clothes I made for him.
Hannah KentMemories shift like loose snow in a wind, or are a chorale of ghosts all talking over one another. There is only ever a sense that what is real to me is not real to others, and to share a memory with someone is to risk sullying my belief in what has truly happened.
Hannah KentWhen did a smile ever get anyone into trouble?
Hannah KentIs love constant for you? Have you ever loved a woman? A person you love as much as you hate the hold they have on you?
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