Wolfe Gilbert Quotes

How to Love the Dead She lives, the bird says, and means nothing silly. She is dead and available the fox says, knowing about the spirits. Not the picture at the funeral, not the object of grieving. She is dead and you can have that, he says. If you can love without politeness or delicacy, the fox says, love her with your wolf heart. As the dead are to be desired. Not the way long marriages are, nothing happening again and again, Not in the woods or in the fields. Not in the cities. The painful love of being permanently unhoused. Not the color, but the stain.

I want to start a revolution from my bed." Oasis

A terrible chapter in their lives had begun at the monastery of Saint Gilbert Between the Wolves.

Saint Gilbert Between the Wolves.” “We all have them, inside. Best to acknowledge that. Only then can we choose which one we feed.” Armand turned and looked out across the mirror lake. “There’s a huge black wolf out there, Jean-Guy. Has been for a while. Feeding on rage, on the need for power. Spreading fear and hatred. Infecting the frightened and vulnerable. Convincing them to do the unthinkable.

Armand picked up the photo again and stared into the amused eyes of the young man who would come to lead the abbey of Saint-Gilbert-Entre-les-Loups. Who would become the grey wolf. Leaving his sanctuary to track down the other one.

Even this place was not immune. The specter of the Inquisition haunted Saint-Gilbert. If so-called men of God could turn a blind eye to those atrocities, and so much more, then anything could be done, by anyone.