Snippets from The Fragile Thread Of Hope

What certainty does this life have? It’s merely an insignificant toy having two eyes—one brimming with happiness and the other filled with tears! “If thousands of tears could make a pathway to heaven, then I’d shed trillions to build a stairway, and if memories were a lane, I’d walk all the way just to bring you back…” – Anonymous “Whenever the gift of happiness is bestowed upon you, embrace it and savor it till it lasts, because long and unforeseeable is this life, and fragile is the thread of hope you must cling on to.” Continue reading Snippets from The Fragile Thread Of Hope

An excerpt from Once Upon A River

By Diane Setterfield It was solstice night, the longest night of the years. For weeks the days have been shrinking, first gradually, then precipitously, so that it was now dark by mid-afternoon. As is well known, when the moon hours lengthen, human beings come adrift of their mechanical clocks. They nod at noon, dream in waking hours, open their eye wide to the pitch-black night. It is a time of magic. And as the borders between night and day stretch to their thinnest, so too do the borders between worlds. Dreams and stories merge with lived experience, the dead and … Continue reading An excerpt from Once Upon A River

An Excerpt from The Dead House

Here the world had simplified itself down to rocks, ocean, sky, wind and rain; these because everything else was fleeting and you felt overwhelmed by such a sense of permanence all around, by the realization that what you could see in any one moment and in any direction had always existed and always would. Holy men built monasteries in places like this, trying to capture part of the alchemy that coaxed time into standing still. The immensity of so much wildness, brought on a kind of melancholy, it dwarfed you, made you feel small beneath greater things, but it also … Continue reading An Excerpt from The Dead House