“Tell me what it is like to die,” I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. “You experience something similar every day,” he said softly. “It is as familiar to you as bread and butter.” “Yes,” I said. “It is like every night when I fall asleep.” “No. It is like every morning when you wake up.” Recommended by: Brooklyn Arden Oh how I liked this book. It’s about a girl called Keturah who goes into the forest after a white hart and meets Lord Death. She doesn’t want to die without having known…
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When she reached the first tree she swung around it to face me, and if the trees looked like men, she looked as young as Julian.”Still here – oh, still here!” she called – halfway singing, really. “Oh, still holding to Stourhead earth, they and I.” She hooked her arm around the tree and swung again, as though she was dancing with it. I knew she couldn’t have touched it, felt the bark or the dry leaves, any more than I could have felt her arm against mine – but nobody looks as beautiful, as joyous, as Tamsin looked right…
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