“Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for resurrection. The living do not venture there. The caverns here underneath… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“I must learn to be as the bear in a cage with the stick that pokes it always, through the bars. The… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“I remember the fire, it burns bright, always around me. I close my eyes, and tears stream out. The tides of the… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“In the end, I listen to my fear. It keeps me awake, resounding through the frantic beating in my breast. It is… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Stars flicker above, points of bright ice in a dark river. I pull a heavy sheepskin around my legs and stretch my… — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“Fog lifts in the valley, rising as mist through the bare-limbed trees. Far below lies the deeping combe with our village in the heart… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“If the global temperature rises by only four degrees Celsius over the next fifty years—and it’s probably going to do that—then all of the… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“London town is a great and stinking warren. The smokes of many fires creep around our ankles and our cart, and a stench rises… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“I do not like the orangeness; it erases every tree, every branch, every leaf.” — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for resurrection. The living do not venture there. The caverns here underneath the Sanctuary… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“Rooks have clustered on either side of the long road. It is as if they line a grand parade route for our passage. Their… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“Speech does not always unravel matters. Words can betray you, their labyrinthine threads tangled in knots, for we were cursed at that great tower… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“I must learn to be as the bear in a cage with the stick that pokes it always, through the bars. The bear acts… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“April comes to us, with her showers sweet. I wake to the cries of little birds before the light comes across the heath. They… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“The nitrogen cycle is a kind of miracle. The nitrogen cycle requires bears. Brown bears catch salmon in streams and rivers. Then the brown… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“Any story is an ocean whose tide begins in a place I can't know, and my life is but a moment in that flood,… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“I remember the fire, it burns bright, always around me. I close my eyes, and tears stream out. The tides of the past seize… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
“The road is a river of ice, slick and unforgiving. A harsh sweep of white iron, smooth as glass and cold enough to freeze… — Ned Hayes Copy Share
