Sunday, January 6, 2013

the well written - hilary mantel

Anne's lovers are phantom gentlemen, flitting by night with
adulterous intent. They come and go by night, unchallenged.
They skim over the river like midges, flicker against the dark,
their doublets sewn with diamonds. The moon sees them,
peering from her hood of bone, and Thames water reflects
them, glimmering like fish, like pearls.

- Hilary Mantel, Bring Up the Bodies

By Charles Warren Eaton

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