Spirits & Places Text from my favorite novel, One Hundred Years Of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Márquéz

In order to be sure that she would not lose him in the shadows, she had assigned him a corner of the bedroom, the only one where he would be safe from the dead people who wandered through the house after sundown.

"If you do anything bad," Ursula would tell him, "the saints will let me know."

The terror-filled nights of his childhood were reduced to that corner where he would remain motionless until it was time to go to bed, perspiring with fear on a stool under the watchful and glacial eyes of the tattletale saints.

to be continued