… and tomorrow will be beyond imagining.
I don’t quite know why – perhaps it’s the atmosphere of the book, or the sense of mystery that surrounds a dead world – but I always read ‘The Dark is Rising’ at this time of year. I guess it’s a Christmas tradition.
Susan Cooper’s words remind me so strongly of the English countryside, they are rooted so deeply in real places – places I know, places I can see and smell when I read them – that they almost make me feel homesick.
But the real reason I love her stories is because they’ve grown from the legends I grew up with, Wayland the Smith, Herne the Hunter, the Old Ways, Tethys and the Green Witch, King Arthur and his sleeping knights. They’re steeped in English history, heritage, and folklore. And this is a time of year for remembering. Because by remembering, we bring the world back to life. Because it’s not dead, it’s just sleeping for a while.
“The Walker is abroad, he said again, “and this night will be bad, and tomorrow will be beyond imagining.” The Dark is Rising, Susan Cooper.