“George's hand lifted and fell away again. It seemed an insult to imply that anything so small as a touch could stop the raw feeling in Sir Stephen's suddenly dark and haunted eyes.” — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George's hand lifted and fell away again. It seemed an insult to imply that anything so small as a touch could stop the raw… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“A nod at Beatrice who held absolutely still. "She said she would come with me. She insisted on it. She stamped her little foot… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“Your name?" George asked him directly. He had probably seen the man a dozen times before yet did not know anything about him. King… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“You will find yourself, as he did. But that will not mean it is easy. There are few things easy in life that are… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“Be classy, if you must say anything at all. I think silence is very classy.” — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George stared at the dove. What would she say if she could speak to him? What would she wish for, for her father? For… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“Ugly and ungainly. The least dependable creature you ever met. Just when you think you understand her, she changes. If only I had a… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice and Marit,… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George put his hand on top of Beatrice's and felt the warmth of both the woman and her hound pulsing through his fingers. "Just… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“A story is not always a lie," said Tristan. "Some stories are truer than truth." Truer than truth? That sounded like something liars made… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“All living things have an obligation to live as best they can, no matter what pain comes to them.” — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
