“Apart from such visits, for the first time in her life Eliza was truly alone. In the beginning, unfamiliar sounds, nocturnal sounds,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She forced herself to stroll casually and appraise her plants. The wisteria was shedding its final leaves, the jasmine had long lost… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Even when they were very small Eliza had known that Sammy needed her more than she needed him, even before he caught… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Eliza had split each day between her two favorite places on the estate: the black rock down in the cove, on top… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“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
“Eliza had a skill for rat catching, though she didn't like to do it. The rats were just trying to stay alive… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“By the time she entered the hidden garden, early light was sifting through the autumn-sparse canopy. Eliza took a deep breath. She'd… — 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
“Yesterday morning I managed briefly to escape Mamma, & passed a lovely hour in the roof garden. I thought of you, dearest,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Girls in Victorian London were employed in all manner of menial positions- domestic servants, fruit sellers, flower girls- and Eliza's depiction of… — 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
