On Hallows' Eve, the orphans, the elderly, and the destitute people of the city were offered soul cakes in return for prayers for the givers' dead. The soul cakes, spiced with cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg, smelled sweet. Their rounded tops were decorated with the sign of the cross that was made out of raisins. Some folks sweetened the cakes with wild forest berries instead of brown sugar. Sometimes the berries were poisonous and people died because God does not love all his children the same.
-Rosalind/chapter 1
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The Human Stain ~a collection of quotes and snippets~
Storie breviThe Human Stain is a book dedicated to quotes and snippets from my stories. The title is taken from my story Salvatoria (an Ambassador's choice, ONC shortlister, winner of The Black Cat Award's contest, and winner of Oh, What a Chapter! contest). Sa...
