Martin Davies
They were easy words to speak, simple commonplaces that were almost without meaning except as a charm to reassure.
The Unicorn Road (2008)
Martin Davies
But never had he found a language such as this, a language that seemed to exist only to express immeasurable sadness. As he read he found himself in a world that echoed with longing, where the words for love and pain were heard to tell apart, where loss and regret filled the air like sad music on a still morning. And through it all there was dignity and restraint. No ranting, no despair.
The Unicorn Road (2008)
Martin Davies
When words are your daily currency, it can be easy to forget their power.