She was the sort of person for whom fear was the natural response to that beyond explanation. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“He would love her with a passion that both frightened and revived him, a desperation that made a mockery of his neat… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“...if she didn't learn to stop her mind racing on ahead of her she'd end up running into a mountain made of… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“it was enough just to free the words so that the voices in her head were stilled.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“To tell the truth, she didn't want to; she liked the constancy of preoccupation.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Was that what Nell had done, too? Forsaken the life and the family she'd been given, to focus instead on the one… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Our hands meet for an instant and she withdraws quickly, frightened she might catch something. Old age perhaps.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else. — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Over the course of weeks, taking great care never to revel her inward state of flux, Percy had evaluated her situation, observing… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Percy climbed the first step, then the next, remembering the thousands of times she'd run through the door, in a hurry to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“when she first came to Blackhurst, one twist and the same pieces were rearranged to create a vastly different picture. Where a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
She'd slept terribly the night before. The room, the bed, were both comfortable enough, but she'd been plagued with strange dreams, the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It didn't occur to him that she might have chosen to remain this way. That where he saw reserve and loneliness, Cassandra… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The prospect of an early death sits differently upon each person. In some it gifts maturity far outweighing their age and experience:… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The event itself played over in her mind, and the role she'd taken in the police investigation, the things she'd told them… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won.… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She was the sort of person who needed to be kept happy, he realized. Not as a matter of selfish expectation, but… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided… — Kate Morton Copy Share
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained… — Kate Morton Copy Share
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Copy Share
“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape the rigid… — Kate Morton Copy Share
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a… — Kate Morton Copy Share
“... and I thought -not for the first time- what a true and simple pleasure it was, to be inside and sated when the… — Kate Morton Copy Share
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden house on… — Kate Morton Copy Share
There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the… — Kate Morton Copy Share
“I don’t have many friends, not the living, breathing sort at any rate. And I don’t mean that in a sad and lonely way;… — Kate Morton Copy Share
