3 Quotes by Sarah Kozloff

In the morning of the second day they found their healer, a middle-aged man named Cerf who had lost his sons in the Rout and his grief-addled wife to suicide.

News of distant places was accepted on par with a thunderstorm seen off in the distance – a far-off disturbance that would blow over before it touched them.

They do not realize that knowing history is the only way to make educated guesses about present quandaries.