“they all listened intently and passed the story on in shades as varied as the turning leaves on the autumn beeches; on each occasion embellishing it with thin threads of conjecture that were strengthened every time they were entwined.” — Tessa Harris Copy Share Image
“I am a wicked woman" "how could you do anything wicked? tell me what it is that so distress you” — Tessa Harris Copy Share Image
“they all listened intently and passed the story on in shades as varied as the turning leaves on the autumn beeches; on each occasion… — Tessa Harris Copy Share Image
“ so this is my collection of human body parts, Dr. Silkston," he said proudly, walking into the storeroom. "each organ is here fro… — Tessa Harris Copy Share Image
“If death, mused the great thinker Dr. Samuel Johnson, is merely a gateway on the path from life into eternity, a portal from mortality… — Tessa Harris Copy Share Image
