Our last quote came from an author well-loved by readers of historical fiction. Lots of you recognized the opening lines from The Bronze Bow, by Elizabeth George Speare. Addyson, Morgan Huneke, Amanda Beguerie, Spencer R., Lina, emilydm544, Amanda, and writefury all got it right.
It’s been years since I read this book, even though it’s one of my favorites. I recently purchased a copy of it to re-read, only to discover an older edition sitting on my shelf. It’s well used, but if any of you want your own copy and don’t mind shelf-wear, enter the giveaway!
For next week’s quote, we’ll try a story Mom read to my brother and I around the same time as we were first introduced to The Bronze Bow. Both were part of the “living history” books listed for Roman History.
From the Fosseway westward to Isca Dumnoniorum the road was simply a British trackway, broadened and roughly metalled, strengthened by corduroys of logs in the softest places, but otherwise unchanged from its old estate, as it wound among the hills, thrusting farther and farther into the wilderness.