“Alice stopped walking as a dragonfly hovered close. 'Yellow-winged darter.' The name came to mind of its own accord. She watched as… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Benjamin Munro was his name. She mouthed the syllables silently, Benjamin James Munro, twenty-six years old, late of London. He had no… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The sun had lit up the top row of leadlight windows, and the family home, polished to within an inch of its… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“A tangle of star jasmine spilled across the path and Alice knelt to pluck a sprig, holding it beneath her nose and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“You're a storyteller, Alice Edevane," Ben had told her late one afternoon, as the river tripped coolly by and the pigeons came… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Alice dug into her pocket and pulled out her notebook, hurrying to make a note of the sensation and the day and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
