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