Son of Dust

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Loyola Press, 1958 - 288 Seiten

"You need not be a habitual reader of romances to get caught up
in this powerful love story. You need only be human."
--Mike Aquilina, from the introduction

Fulcun Geroy, a brooding young lord in eleventh-century Normandy, is torn between his love for God and his obsession with the wife of a rival at the court of William the Conqueror. He becomes entangled in an adulterous liaison that triggers a frightful storm of warfare and revenge.
H. F. M. Prescott's riveting historical novel explores the stark choices that arise when religious passion clashes with erotic desire. It is an artful and
morally serious tale of wounded lovers climbing a difficult path of renunciation, purification, and healing.

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353
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Seite 353 - He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Seite 353 - He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone : And mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Seite 99 - So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place ? They must lie there : go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.
Seite 37 - For thou lovest all the things that are, and abhorrest nothing which thou hast made: for never wouldest thou have made any thing, if thou hadst hated it.
Seite 181 - And if thy foot offend thee, cut it off: it is better for thee to enter halt into life, than having two feet to be cast into hell, into the fire that never shall be quenched : * where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched.
Seite 81 - The Definition of Love My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
Seite 375 - They that fear the Lord will prepare their hearts, and humble their souls in his sight, Saying, We will fall into the hands of the Lord, and not into the hands of men: for as his majesty is, so is his mercy.
Seite 309 - I CANNOT come to you. I am afraid. I will not come to you. There, I have said. Though all the night I lie awake and know That you are lying, waking, even so. Though day by day you take the lonely road, And come at nightfall to a dark abode. Yet if so be you are indeed my friend, Then in the end, There is one road, a road I've never gone, And down that road you shall not pass alone. And there's one night you'll find me by your side. The night that they shall tell me you have died.
Seite 3 - Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin, May live for ever in felicity ; And that thy love we weighing worthily May likewise love thee for the same again ; And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy, With love may one another entertain. So let us love, dear love, like as we ought : Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
Seite 265 - Ah, traitor untrue, said King Arthur, now hast .thou betrayed me twice. Who would have weened that, thou that hast been to me so lief and dear? and thou art named a noble knight, and would betray me for the richness of the sword.

Über den Autor (1958)

H. F. M. Prescott (1896–1972) studied history at Oxford and embarked on a successful writing career in the mid-1920s. She is best known for her historical novels, including Son of Dust and The Man on a Donkey, and for Spanish Tudor: The Life of Bloody Mary, her biography of Mary Tudor.

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