“Anna held up her white parasol and nervously glanced down at the vendors selling everything from fresh sherbet to fried fish with chilli. There were strange-looking fruits, chiffon sarees, books and jewellery, and, behind fine latticed windows, women losing” — Dinah Jefferies Copy Share Image
“Our gardener used to say beware the lure of the dusk, when demons would come out to play in the shadows of the long… — Dinah Jefferies Copy Share Image
“…though he no longer wanted to be a magician, he still had magic in his hands. I knew because when he squeezed mine, the… — Dinah Jefferies Copy Share Image
“Even though she looked the same, life had aged her, stolen her innocence, and replaced it with knowledge she’d never asked for.” — Dinah Jefferies Copy Share Image
“Anna held up her white parasol and nervously glanced down at the vendors selling everything from fresh sherbet to fried fish with chilli. There… — Dinah Jefferies Copy Share Image
