“I know what it meant. I worked it out myself. I've been reading about it. It was a metaphorical death. Sometimes the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
The prospect of an early death sits differently upon each person. In some it gifts maturity far outweighing their age and experience:… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Once again she was struck by a sense of profound familiarity. She knew this place. In the story that her mother used… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
There were two now where they had been three. David's death had dismantled the triangle, and an enclosed space was now open.… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Did those with passage booked on death’s silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It was unsettling, Laurel thought, suppressing a shiver, how quickly a person's presence could be erased, how easily civilization gave way to… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“I found myself wondering at the impermanence of things. One day, I thought, people will have forgotten any of this happened. This… — 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
