“A silver hairbrush, old and surely precious, with a little leopard's head for London stamped near the bristles. A white dress, small… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“There was something about the garden that reminded her of Nell's backyard in Brisbane. Not the plants so much as the mood.… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“What she really felt like doing was reading. Escaping into the Enchanted Wood, up the Faraway Tree, or with the Famous Five… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“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
“She sat on the little iron garden seat in the clearing at the top and looked down at the strange garden of… — 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
“Beneath the notebook she found the book of fairy tales. The cover was green cardboard, the writing gold: 'Magical Tales for Girls… — 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 Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“... 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 Image
“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 Image
