“I know so little, she tells herself again, searching her mother's face. In the end, we know so little. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ I do not understand you, I bang my head against you, but today I love you so much. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Who is this grave and pretty young woman? Not pretty. Beautiful. Yes, I think so. Who is she? I know so little.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ Aleksei with his impossible curls so very like her own, yet less seemly perhaps. Such hair is somewhat fairy-tale in a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Tsar Alexander I was prone to tears and he did weep over Borodino, but not at Borodino, as Tolstoy would have it.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“And as he recalls the old soldier's wisdom regarding bullets and fate, how pointless evasion is when each shot has a man's… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Every phrase Aleksei uttered in Raphael's sister's presence sounding like bells, he could not help it, everything he said, a declaration of… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zachariah's eyes were described as being of the deepest blue. Yet were a person to shine a light at him tonight, straight… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The Hussar never does see his English Katherine again except in dreams and hopes and luxurious regret, and the child he dreams… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ 'What is the point of ducking?' says the old soldier to the young soldier. 'Each shot has a man's name on… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“In Aleksei's fanciful dream of two Katherines by Caucasian blue waters, his sister and his English love, there is a child also,… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zach's eyelids flutter and droop, his mind a pleasant jumble—things said tonight, last year, last month, things said in dreams. He sees… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Away from Lev, she craves his need for her. When with him, it enervates. Why is that? She cannot help it. Nothing… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“These are involuntary muscles. His eyes sting, his scalp prickles—he wants to cry! You know how if you remember something very horrid… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“She watches her mother drink, then sits by her again before the picture window to watch the snow fall, watching closely until… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“There is an abiding fear Bonaparte will invade England by way of a tunnel beneath the Channel. How ingenious! Why, had such… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
