I had absolutely no idea about the existence of this charming wee Scot's flower of a novel, but my word it has left me fair stammy-gastered!Sunset Song starts with a lyrical and rambunctious prelude in near enough untrammeled Aberdeenshire dialect, tracing the history of the area from the 12th ce...
ROME! The Defiles of Mutina [i] THEY had passed up through Italy, crossed the mountains, and entered Gallia Cisalpina through autumn-flooded lands. At one place where swamps extended for miles it seemed that they must turn aside and make a wide detour. But Hiketas had great drag-sledges made, and...
Still weak, Chris halted and sat on the wall, her hands below her, and looked at Segget, and drew out her hands and looked at those, so thin that almost she could see through them, so thin her face when she put up her hand that the cheekbones that once curved smooth under flesh now felt like twin...
