Landscape, memory, fire, and the moral imagination of place The West Country does not announce its histories loudly; they are found in fragments, in stories told half in passing, in…
Devil
Sable Blue
The crossroads, steeped in legend and whispered about in tones both fearful and awed, loomed in his mind as a place of last resort. A place where, perhaps, the tides of fortune could be turned, where a soul might be bartered for the glimmer of success that had eluded him thus far.