” Morning’s pale light had offered an end to such fears for centuries, millennia, whatever dangers may come with the day. Shutters were banged open, curtains drawn, shop doors and windows were unlocked, city gates unbarred, swung wide, as women and men made their way out into the offered day.
On the other hand (in life there was almost always anther hand), daylight meant that intimacy, privacy, escape from the unwanted gaze, silence for meditation, the solace of unseen tears on a pillow-or of secret love on that same pillow before or after-were so much harder to claim. Rarer coinage in the clear light.
It is more difficult-much more difficult-to hide and not be found. “
Guy Gavriel Kay “Ysabel” 2010 Penguin Canada