September 11, 2010

What was most strange was that away from her head streamed out her black hair in every direction, so that the darkness in the hayloft looked as if it were made of her hair; but as Diamond gazed at her in speechless amazement, mingled with confidence – for the boy was entranced with her mighty beauty – her hair began to gather itself out of the darkness, and fell down all about her again., till her face looked out of the midst of it like a moon out of a cloud.

If your teeth don’t rot and fall out from the treacly sweetness of the hero, Diamond, At the Back of the North Wind will reward you with an odd strangement of Victorian weird.

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