《The Quiet Monk》作者： - Jane Yolen【EPUB】

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The Quiet Monk by Jane Yolen Jane Yolen’s books have been National Book Award nominees, winners of the Golden Kite Award, the Christopher Medal, and the Mythopoeic Society’s Aslan for best fantasy novel. Her short stories have been similarly rewarded; She has been nominated three times for the World Fantasy Award and in 1987 she won the Daedalus Award for the body of her short fantasy fiction. Ms. Yolen is afso the president of the Science Fiction Writers of America An A\NN/A digital back-up release. scan notes and proofing history Glastonbury Abbey, in the year of Our Lord, 1191 He was a tall man, and his shoulders looked broad even under the shapeless disguise of the brown sacking. The hood hid the color of his hair and, when he pushed the hood back, the tonsure was so close cropped, he might have been a blonde or a redhead or gray. It was his eyes that held one’s interest most. They were the kind of blue that I had only seen on midsummer skies, with the whites the color of bleached muslin. He was a handsome man, with a strong, thin nose and a mouth that would make all the women in the parish sure to shake their heads with the waste of it. They were a lusty lot, the parish dames, so I had been warned. I was to be his guide as I was the spriest of the brothers, even with my twisted leg, for I was that much younger than the rest, being newly come to my vocation, one of the few infant oblates who actually joined that convocation of saints. Most left to go into trade, though a few, it must be admitted, joined the army, safe in their hearts for a peaceful death. Father Joseph said I was not to call the small community “saints,” for sainthood must be earned not conferred, but my birth father told me, before he gave me to the abbey, that by living in such close quarters with saintly men I could become one. And that he, by gifting me, would win a place on high. I am not sure if all this was truly accomplished, for my father died of a disease his third wife brought to their marriage bed, a strange wedding portion indeed. And