“Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never show what happens afterwards when the prince and princess ride off… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Winter passed, and the world around began to wake. The birds returned to the kingdom and set about readying their nests, deer… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Ever since Eliza had discovered the book of fairy tales . . . had disappeared inside its faded pages, she'd understood the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Mother didn't understand that children aren't frightened by stories; that their lives are full of far more frightening things than those contained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“By quirk of geography, people did not come unexpectedly to Loeanneth. The estate sat deep in a dell, surrounded by thick, briar-tangled… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Some seasons later, the Princess of the kingdom was riding with her handmaiden on the edge of the dark woods. Though once… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“A plot that had filled her with glee when she began, was now revealed as flimsy and transparent. Eliza scratched out what… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“As the boat drew nearer to shore, and tiny dots in the distance became seagulls, she opened the book across her lap… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“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
“There was much work to be done in the crone's cottage, but the Princess was never heard to complain, for she was… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“With a glance back towards the house, he pulled the secret sketches from within. He'd been working at them on and off… — 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
“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
“Quickly and quietly, the Princess returned to the cottage, for she knew what she must do. The crone had sacrificed her eyes… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Life'd be a lot easier if it were like a fairy tale," said Cassandra, "if people belonged to stock character types." "Oh,… — 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
“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
“Eleanor unpacked the picnic basket and spread Mrs. Stevenson's goodies across it. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the four… — 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
