The Changes Trilogy
“She dreamed about the bull which had chased her at Splatt Bridge, and woke from the nightmare in a wringing sweat, to lie in the faint grayness of first light and remember how huge and murderous he had seemed, how slowly Scrub had answered the rein and then had vanished, so that she was standing in the sopping grass while the bull hurtled down toward her, foaming, mad, untethered.… It was a long time before she slept again.
The proper morning began with bellowings, not a bull’s but Uncle Peter shouting and slamming around the house. Luckily this happened when the light was already broad across the uplands and the unmilked cows beginning to low plaintively in the shed, because (as often happens when the first snow falls) everyone slept longer than usual. Margaret dozed on, conscious at moments of the rummaging and thumping, until in the middle of a meaningless dream her shoulder was grasped and shaken hard. She opened her eyes and saw Aunt Anne, still in her nightrobe, face taut with w...orry, bending over the bed.MoreLess
The proper morning began with bellowings, not a bull’s but Uncle Peter shouting and slamming around the house. Luckily this happened when the light was already broad across the uplands and the unmilked cows beginning to low plaintively in the shed, because (as often happens when the first snow falls) everyone slept longer than usual. Margaret dozed on, conscious at moments of the rummaging and thumping, until in the middle of a meaningless dream her shoulder was grasped and shaken hard. She opened her eyes and saw Aunt Anne, still in her nightrobe, face taut with w...orry, bending over the bed.MoreLess
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