Mystics, monks, and people who bricked themselves in for God.

What if the first abstract paintings in Western art were commissioned by a spirit named Amaliel for a temple that didn't exist?

What does it take for a 13th-century shepherdess to become the patron saint of psychiatrists eight hundred years later?

What does a twelfth-century abbess do when an archbishop orders her to exhume a body she has decided to keep?

Who designs the gilded ceilings of British democracy in pilot trousers and jack-boots, then sails out to pull drowning men from the Goodwin Sands?

He was too shy to say it aloud, so he pressed the proposal into her hand as the train pulled away — what did she write back?

What do you do when worms keep falling out of the ulcer on your foot, fifty feet above the ground, and you've been standing on a pillar for thirty-seven years?

What happens when a man in a cardboard lobster suit accidentally starts chanting Catholic mass?

What kind of person gets caught deserting during a famine, weeps, is pardoned, and then gets promoted to diplomat?

He spent thirty-six years after his death being moved between increasingly strange rooms across the south of France.

She chose a convent over marriage — not for God, but for the library.

A bishop sealed her inside a stone room, and she stayed for forty years — then T.S. Eliot quoted her during the Blitz.