(I am adding this to my very long list of books to read.)
* “And I was one of the ones that they belonged to. They belonged to me because I belonged to them. They thought so, and that made it so.”
* The horde pressing in on both sides gawped at me and I gawped right back. Let them get a good look at the [W]itch about to die before their greedy eyes. I scowled in the faces of of the mean-faced brats gathered to point and screech. What a scruffy lot they were, almost as ragged as the prisoners in Lancaster Gaol. Public hangings were the biggest feast days they’d see now that there were no more processions, no more saints’ days, or holy days like there used to be when Gran was a girl. Pity welled up in me when I thought of their bleak lives. Seeing a lass about Jennet’s age, I offered her a smile, only the poor thing took fright and covered her eyes.
Daughters of Witching Hill by Mary Sharrat
* “War made the English more English.”