“But isn’t that what it’s all about, this festival of winter lights? This little defiance in the face of the dark? Call it Christmas if you like, but you and I both know it’s older than that. And beneath all the tinsel and the carol singing and the glad tidings and the gifts lies a bleaker and more visceral truth.
This is a time of essential loss; of the sacrifice of innocents; of fear, darkness, bareness, death. The Aztecs knew, and so did the Maya, that, far from wanting to save the world, their gods were bent on its destruction, and that only the blood of sacrifice could appease them for a little while…”
Joanne Harris The Girl With No Shadow 2009