“I put my faith into stones", he smiled at me across the table. "They do not rot, and they do not lose their value. They are light to carry and easy to keep close." He patted his pocket. "They will… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
There are patterns in everything, in the whole of Nature, from the way the stars turn in the heavens to the whorl of a… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
You may wish me luck, or curse me for a damnable pirate, but do not look for me. I will be gone to parts… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“I put my faith into stones", he smiled at me across the table. "They do not rot, and they do not lose their value.… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“I looked into her eyes, and saw my own staring back, the same peculiar shade, pale grey, flecked with yellow, rimmed with black. Now… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
Legend gathered around him, swirling around him like a great black cloak. — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
Colored lights shone right across the northern sky, leaping and flaring, spreading in rainbow hues from horizon to zenith: blood red to rose pink,… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“She was all that I knew, all that was dear. I'd loved her and she'd loved me. Now I was alone in the world.… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
“Artists often collect. Sometimes compulsively. They hang on to things. They don’t want to let go. Like paintings. I don’t want to part with… — Celia Rees Copy Share Image
