“The mist was very dark in here, white and wet, and the cobwebs festooning the gaunt tree trunks were weighed down with thousands of shimmering, pear-shaped crystals. But it was not cold. Only still and secret and private, a hushed… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“Khaemwaset’s eyes remained on the riverbank as the green confusion of spring glided by. Beyond the fecund, brilliant life of the bank with its… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The mist was very dark in here, white and wet, and the cobwebs festooning the gaunt tree trunks were weighed down with thousands of… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
I don't read much when I'm working. When I'm finished work, I don't want a thing to do with words. — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“... but now men who could work preferred to beg, and the artists forgot that their calling was noble and became imitators instead of… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The night folded around them with a sweetness and poignancy heightened by the new pale stars that prickled silver fire in the water of… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“He watched the early light of the new moon glint fretfully on the river, now silver slivers, now darkness, as the night breeze stirred… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The apple trees were in full bloom, the scent enveloping the party in a heady, almost palpable mist, and pale petals rocked on the… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
I'm not ashamed to say I love television. I put the TV on, and my brain switches off, and I just sit there for… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“Noon was approaching and the shadows under the sycamores were thin and short. The surface of the blue-tiled fish-pond was glassily still and water… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves, and in… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
“Bint-Anath was approaching, her many-pleated, floor-length sheath floating scarlet around her, her slim shoulders visible under a billowing white flounced cloak, and the long… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
