A twinge at the edge of her lips and she continued, the soft, slow lilt of recitation: "Ancient walls that sing the… — Kate Morton Ancient Copy Share Image
I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“And then he'd looked directly at her and briefly she'd seen something in his eyes, a shadow in the shape of Howard… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London.… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Then he led her to sit by him on a fallen gum trunk, smooth and white, and he leaned to whisper in… — Kate Morton Disbelief Copy Share Image
I probably coughed self-pityingly in response, little aware that I was about to cross a tremendous threshold beyond which there would be… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The Princess was never heard to complain, for she was a true Princess with a pure heart. The happiest folk are those… — Kate Morton Princess 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 Heart 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… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Cassandra always hid when she read, though she never quite knew why. It was as if she couldn’t shake the guilty suspicion… — Kate Morton Cassandra 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 Burden Copy Share Image
“She followed the people who were massing, kept apace past the tobacconist’s shop, the bootmaker, the pawnbroker. But as the crowd thickened,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden… — Kate Morton Cats Copy Share Image
“It is queer, but my love and longing for the world are always deepened by my absence from it; it's wondrous, don't… — Kate Morton Dark days Copy Share Image
