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Ever meticulous when love was a mandrel in his deliberations.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
[A] king of kings in a palace of princes. Even when they try, guys like him canât do self-effacing. But they can be good sports.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
A long year spent making acquaintances with the demons inside you, each day a fresh covenant.
Cassandra Shaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
Men, barely, and by definition rather than practice, their egos still too molten.
Cassandra Shaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
Faiz had a radio voice, an easy-listening tenor just about south of primetime worthy. Nothing some hard living couldnât fix, some good cigarettes and bad whiskey.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
And when she laughed, low like a note in a celloâs long throat, it was if she had been the one to teach the world the sound.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
A smile like a Christmas miracle.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
You couldnât hate Phillip for long. But Faiz was trying.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
Arms spread, body language open as a house with no doors.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
[A] smile only as far as the spoke of his cheeks, eyes flat.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
It wasnât charitable but apologies donât exonerate the sinner, only compelled graciousness from its recipient. The words, each time they came, so repetitive that I could tune a clock to their angst, sawed through me. You canât move forward when someone keeps dragging you back.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
I checked myself into the hospital for terminal ennui, exhaustion so acute it couldnât be sanitized with sleep, couldnât be remedied by anything but a twist of rope tugged tight.
Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth
Fascinating insights into the nature and reality of the early missions can be had from sources such as Widukindâs History of the Saxons, written around 968, which describes the conversion of a later Danish king. From the ambiguous way in which he charts the context of the royal baptism, it is clear that while the Danes are in many senses Christians, they also happily retain many of their earlier beliefs. The task of the missions was not conversion, as such, but the practical demonstration of Christâs power through action. Â
There is a remarkable glimpse of how this worked in practice through a document known as Heliand, âThe Saviourâ. Written in Old Saxon during the first half of the ninth century, it is a paraphrase of the gospel for a Germanic audience, tweaked for their sensibilities and pitched almost as a Norse saga though with biblical heroes. Thus we read of Jesusâs birth in Galileeland, his later travels to Jerusalemburg, and how the Lord lives in a great hall in the sky (clearly Valhöll). The Lordâs Prayer is in âsecret runesâ, Peter is given command over the gates of Hel (with one L), and so on. Satanâs temptation of Christ takes place in a northern wilderness filled with vague forces, âpowerful beingsâ that seem to live among the trees, and one wonders what this implies of the traditional Northern beliefs that were known to the Christian clerics. By the same token, Jesusâs disciples are âwarrior-companionsâ, framed in the language of a warlordâs retinue, and the Last Supper is the âfinal mead-hall feastâ. Even God is called by Odinnic epithets such as âVictory-Chieftainâ and âAll-Rulerâ. This is the kind of message that was taken into Scandinavia by the first missionaries-a doctrine meshed with the ancestral stories of the North and following a model found in many other conversion histories. Â
It has sometimes been suggested that the Scandinaviansâ adoption of Christianity was mostly a veneer-lip service to the outward trappings of belief combined with regular church attendance, but in reality merely a thin covering over the old ways that persisted beneath. In all the debate concerning afterlives and the varying destinations offered by the traditional customs and the new religion, one wonders whether Viking-Age people might actually have decided where they wished to go after death. If so, what did they make of a faith in which the fate of a personâs immortal soul was dependent on living a certain kind of life? It is hard to overstate how alien this concept may have seemed, although a cornerstone of many world faiths today. Â
The religious context of the sources is crucial here and affects the material culture as well. Much of what is known about the pre-Christian thought-world of the Vikings comes to us through the writings of, precisely, Christians. Even the framing story of this book-the creation of Ash and Elm-is relevant to the retrospective filter: how much of a coincidence is it that the âfirst coupleâ in Norse cosmology have names beginning with A and E? Although the meaning of Askr/Ash is unequivocal, Embla is less certain. âElmâ is the most commonly accepted translation, but the actual noun for an elm tree (almr) is masculine, and the etymology is convoluted. âVineâ is another possibility, though this requires an ultimate derivation from Greek, and from there the scholarly debate starts to meander into the thickets of postulated Indo-European linguistic heritage. This kind of unresolved confusion-the ambiguities, contradictions, and possibilities-are all typical of the Viking-Age spiritual palimpsest, as we see dimly in the rear-view from more than a millennium in its future.
Neil Price, Children of Ash and Elm
The institution of slavery had long antecedents in Scandinavia, probably going back thousands of years before the time of the Vikings. By the eighth century, there was already a considerable population of unfree people living in the North, their condition being largely a hereditary one built up over generations. In the Viking Age, this picture changed dramatically because for the first time Scandinavians began to make the active acquisition of human chattel a key part of their economy. This was one of the primary objectives of the Viking raids and military campaigns, and the results was a massive increase in the numbers of enslaved people in Scandinavia.Â
Let it therefore be clearly stated: the Vikings were not only slavers, but the kidnapping, sale, and forced exploitation of human beings was always a central part of their culture.
Neil Price, Children of Ash and Elm
In the Viking mind, somewhere inside each of us is also a hamingja, a remarkable being that is the personification of a personâs luck. This was a very important attribute for the people of the North in the late Iron Age, as everyoneâs path in life was determined by fate but rode on a wave of luck. A woman or man who was lucky, and seen to be so by their contemporaries as a result of their success, was a fortunate-and respected-person indeed. It is no accident that Leif EirĂksson, allegedly the first European to land in North America, was also known as hinn heppni, âthe Lucky.â Interestingly, the hamingjur (in their plural form) could leave the body and walk about, mostly invisible except to those with the right kind of sight. There are saga accounts of mean retreating from a coming battle because their opponents clearly had too many luck spirits with them, and nobody in their right mind would go against such odds. Curiously, a hamingja also had independent will and in extreme situations might even choose to leave its person. The English saying that someoneâs luck has ârun outâ is actually using a Norse proverb-except that the Vikings meant it literally.
Neil Price, Children of Ash and Elm
Usually, it is the victors of war who erect monuments and commemorations to themselves. Here, an outsider might not be able to tell which side prevailed over the other.
Isabel Wilkerson, Caste