Heart of the Earth Quotes

“When two kindred souls meet, a confluence forms that joins them in an ancient and eternal way. (Dru)”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth

“The wind was blustering again, whipping the curtains. Peter went over to close the window. The moon was now high on the eastern rise, radiant above the church where small water-cart clouds raced across the sky. About to fasten the window latch, his eye was drawn down to the garden. The fox stood under the apple tree looking up at him. The animal began to bark. Each monosyllabic yip and yap seemed to mimic human speech. By some strange power or spell, Peter could understand what the animal was saying. He heard the words loud and clear.
‘I-am Si-on,’ the fox barked. Man and beast looked unwaveringly at one another, neither moving a muscle. The wind stopped blowing, the curtains hung at rest.
Peter leaned out the window.
‘What do you want from me?’ he called down.
‘Save-us-from-the-stea-lers,’ barked Sion. Peter’s mind reeled. It would be madness to believe he could understand what the fox was saying—lunacy to think he could commune with it! ‘I must still be asleep,’ he reasoned, closing the window. He sat down on the bed, folding his hands in his lap. But this is not a dream. Lying down, he pulled the bedcovers over himself. ‘Save-us! Save-us! Save-us!’ the fox kept barking from the garden.”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

“Peter painted the valley with deliberate, quiet strokes. His routine was simple: he mixed the river’s water into his inks and pigments, and the valley, in turn, bled onto his page. It was a gentle partnership. A sketch of a deer would twitch its ink-stained ears on the heavy parchment, its tiny lungs rising and falling to the rhythm of Peter's own breathing. He was no sorcerer with incantations, just a man who painted what was already there. Yet, when the peace of the wild was broken and imperilled, the landscape responded to his hand. An ink stroke could tilt a mountain ridge or cause the briars to tighten, proving that the tip of a pen struck with more force than a poacher's gun.

— Description of Peter Goodhope, [Heart of the Earth]”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth

“By bringing together our differences we will see how similar we really are. Combining our strengths and talents is how we will survive, and embracing love according to the needs and values of the tribe is how we shall conquer our fear...”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth

“The welfare of one, is the welfare of all.”
― Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth