Miss Fisher's Year of Quotes
A master collection for all the fan-created media for the Miss Fisher's Year of Quotes. More information can be found on the Miss Fisher's Challenges tumblr account!
Gargoyles are not just fixations on the walls.
During the darkest hours in the night, grey creatures appear in their respective churches and cathedrals. Most are neutral in opinions of their existance. Some are turning the other way- to a place outside the churches walls.
But for that. For freedom. A gargoyle would need a holy man. A man to let him escape. Help him escape.
Jack, a young man sleeping in the church every so often was the gargoyles only option for escaping.
But then that would mean Jack would want to let Zohar go.
Phryne has returned to London and this trip has lead her to think about 'home' and where it is.
My contribution to April's Challenge of MFMM Year of Quotes.
Constable Robinson dines at the Sanderson home for the first time.
Phryne is on Mildura Station in northern Victoria, working a case for a friend of Aunt P's. Jack, of course, is back in Melbourne, doing his job, and they're each missing the other.
My entry for the year of quotes; this January chapter is e.e. cummings' I Like My Body When It Is With Your.
Somehow I managed to miss the MFMM 2018 Year of Quote Challenge for the month of April. It may have had something to do with being distracted while admiring the flora and fauna of Australia with lovely friends.
Thankfully our mistress of the spreadsheets, Firesign, has provided us with December amnesty , so I can
slide this in just a little late.
The quote I chose is from the bard himself:
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
I hope you enjoy this little fluff and nonsense.
I wish many New Years blessings to you all.
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo, thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.