“Cassandra continued her obstacle course along the wall, hoping to find a gate or a door, anything permitting entry. The sun was… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Cassandra lifted the apple to her lips. The sunny scent was strong as she bit into it. An apple, from a tree… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“By the time she entered the hidden garden, early light was sifting through the autumn-sparse canopy. Eliza took a deep breath. She'd… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“The garden is incredible. It's really overgrown, but underneath the brambles all kinds of plants have survived. There are paths, garden seats,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It was a garden, a walled garden. Overgrown but with beautiful bones visible still. Someone had cared for this garden once. The… — 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
