Branwen moved smoothly through the courtyard, not yet aware of her death. Her bare feet brushed the wet stone; her dress was translucent,...

“ To fi sa lo, kiyakiya, to fi sa lo, kiyakiya ” is sung repeatedly as the drums pound in the small, tiled room. The sound ricochets off...

— “Sit up straight.” Alys obeyed at once, her hands smoothing the creases of her skirt over her legs as she did so. — “Listen, accepting...

Introduction The sensual loses its meaning without asceticism; there can be no excess without absence, no jouissance without discipline....