“I was almost seventeen when the spell of my childhood was broken. There was no sudden jolt, no immediate awakening and no alteration, as far as I’m aware, in the earth’s axis that day. But the vibration of change was… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“But I recently celebrated my thirtieth birthday and became acutely aware of my age, and the passing of time.” — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“I tutored myself in the art of solemnity, kept my euphoria private, and adopted a serious demeanour in keeping with everyone else and the general ambience of the house. I continued my solitary daily walks about the estate, carefully choreographing scenes and conversations yet to happen. I returned to those places of our clandestine moments together, replaying them in my… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share
“There was no thunderbolt, no quickening of the heart, but there was a sense of recognition.A familiarity about his face..” — judith kinghorn Copy Share Image
“I remembered all the Christmases we’d celebrated, always with a huge tree, situated next to the staircase where I now sat. As a child,… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“I was almost seventeen when the spell of my childhood was broken. There was no sudden jolt, no immediate awakening and no alteration, as… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“All I could think was that he, too, was going to war; that he, too, was leaving Deyning, leaving my world. I’d only just… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“has your sister already gone, then, Stan?” Stanley’s eyelids fluttered. “We must get on,” he said, taking hold of my arm. “Miss Gibson has… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“A scream so loud it shattered and splintered into a dreadful chorus that rattled and shook my brain and bones and cells and soul.… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
