“ A wolf's sense of hearing is remarkably acute. A wolf can detect another's howl from as far as nineteen kilometres away. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Platov said that the burning of Moscow has changed the world forever, it has changed Russians forever, landowner and serf, officer and… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The bowler shakes his head in disgust at the run conceded and glares at Zach on the way back to his mark,… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zach's eyelids flutter and droop, his mind a pleasant jumble—things said tonight, last year, last month, things said in dreams. He sees… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ In a snow-white field near Moscow, I want you above all to hear how sad my living voice is. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Every phrase Aleksei uttered in Raphael's sister's presence sounding like bells, he could not help it, everything he said, a declaration of… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“What I was really thinking,' resumes Rachel, 'is—well, that there's fate, you see. I don't dismiss it, I don't think it's idiotic.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“He rises off the bed and tries to speak, but cannot stop the pain in his throat, and cannot articulate a word,… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The Hussar never does see his English Katherine again except in dreams and hopes and luxurious regret, and the child he dreams… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The soul dwells outside the body, in some special place. The soul is in the song.” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“There is an abiding fear Bonaparte will invade England by way of a tunnel beneath the Channel. How ingenious! Why, had such… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“In Aleksei's fanciful dream of two Katherines by Caucasian blue waters, his sister and his English love, there is a child also,… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Her cut finger has begun to bleed slightly and she licks the blood away. Salt, metal, black earth. Blood has such a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Here at the dining table in Chelsea, nearly two years after Katya's death, Rachel fingers a path through a film of sparkling… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“How one can never truly leave. And never quite return. Do you understand?” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Zachariah's eyes were described as being of the deepest blue. Yet were a person to shine a light at him tonight, straight… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Some days, Rachel thinks, there is rapture. Everything connects, everything is right and good and there is nothing troubling, not even in… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ 'What is the point of ducking?' says the old soldier to the young soldier. 'Each shot has a man's name on… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“His mother, Zach explained, taught the Romantics and named her sons accordingly, extravagantly, tempting fate. She plays a terrible game of names.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Tsar Alexander I was prone to tears and he did weep over Borodino, but not at Borodino, as Tolstoy would have it.… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ I do not understand you, I bang my head against you, but today I love you so much. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ Aleksei with his impossible curls so very like her own, yet less seemly perhaps. Such hair is somewhat fairy-tale in a… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“The hours stretch out in summer, the evenings go on and on; has he lost track of hours? Where are you, Zachariah?… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Away from Lev, she craves his need for her. When with him, it enervates. Why is that? She cannot help it. Nothing to be… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“I know so little, she tells herself again, searching her mother's face. In the end, we know so little. ” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Returning to bed, Rachel strokes Zachariah's black curls as he drifts into sleep and appreciates the shape and fractal geometry there, the self-similarity and… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Who is this grave and pretty young woman? Not pretty. Beautiful. Yes, I think so. Who is she? I know so little. In the… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“ The Life of Samuel Alexander, His Strange Surprizing Adventures , starts out like a song.” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Rachel watches Zachariah and often, quite regularly, her heart skips a beat. If you map the ECG of the heart in phase space, its… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“Katya, for Lev, is a vortex, by turn alluring and animal, icy and disaffected, often in one same day. Katya is symmetry-breaking.” — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
“And as he recalls the old soldier's wisdom regarding bullets and fate, how pointless evasion is when each shot has a man's name on… — Emma Richler Copy Share Image
