There are cloths spread across the floor, placed here in preparation for this moment. The man lights his candle, sets the bundle at a careful distance from the wax, then carefully wipes his hands. He drops to his knees and reaches for the sisal. Inside is a folded stack of pages made from the bark of a fig tree, hardened with a glaze of limestone paste. With the great but seemingly effortless care of a man who has trained for this act his entire life, he unfolds the paper. Twenty-five times it has been doubled back on itself, and when it is completely unfurled, the blank pages stretch across the width of the cave.From behind his hearth, he gathers three small bowls of paint. He has scraped cooking pots to make black ink, shaved rust from the rocks to make red, and searched fields and riverbeds for anil and clay to make indigo. Finally the man makes a puncture in the skin of his arm. He watches the crimson rivulets run over his wrist and into the bowls of paint before him, sanctifying the ink with his blood.Then he begins to write.
Thursday, August 9th: JulzReads
Monday, August 13th: Colloquium
Wednesday, August 15th: Twisting the Lens
Thursday, August 16th: I’m Booking It
Monday, August 20th: Rhapsody in Books
Wednesday, August 22nd: Reviews from the Heart
Monday, August 27th: A Bookworm’s World
Tuesday, August 28th: Book Chatter
Wednesday, August 29th: Proud Book Nerd
Thursday, August 30th: Starting Fresh
As to the end of the world? I believe what it says in Matthew 24: 36.
The publishers are kindly giving away one copy of this book (US/Canada). Simply leave a comment to submit your name into the drawing for one winner at the end of August.
The winner is Leslie from Under My Apple Tree. Congratulations!