“Where am I to go?” He prayed. “Where can I go so that I may serve you as you wish to be served? I am not a saintly sage like Abbott Fulgentius, so full of heaven that, of your grace and of his charity, he could see it everywhere, even in Rome; a man who can look back on his life and see it as an offshoot of heaven itself. I am young and have only just seen something of the power of the enemy; I have seen the dance of the living dead, and it has led me to the Hill of Shards. I know now that the city itself is no more than this hill, a place of broken ambitions and of futile successes, and that only three things in it are holy: the blood of its martyrs, the tomb of the apostles, and the presence of the Church. Give me a sign, Lord, in what way you want me to serve you and, whatever it is, I will do it.” –‘Citadel of God’ A novel about St Benedict by Louis de Wohl