“Welcome to the gates of heaven Adelia, and what did you do with your life? My Lord, I was a bishop's whore.” — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
Ghosts cannot be put on the witness stand, or have their fingerprints taken. They are completely proof against proof. — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
“But it’s a pretense, it’s artificial,” Adelia protested. “Love, honor, respect. When are they ever extended to everyday women? I doubt if that boy actually practices what he’s singing. It’s… it’s a pleasant hypocrisy.” “Oh, I have a high regard for hypocrisy,” the little nun said. “It pays lip service to an ideal which must, therefore, exist. It recognizes that… — Ariana Franklin Copy Share
“This infatuation must be dispelled; it is necessary for me not to admire you. I do not wish to fall in love.” — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
“You are a drab, she told herself, seduced into infatuation by a soldier’s tale. Outremer, bravery, crusade, it is illusory romance. Pull yourself together,… — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
A daughter,' Rowley scooped up the child and held her high. The baby blinked from sleep and crowed with him. 'Any fool can have… — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
“... Turn over that stone" - she pointed to a flint nearby - "and you will find a charlatan who will dazzle you with… — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
“Adelia began to get cross. Why was it women who were to blame for everything—everything, from the Fall of Man to these blasted hedges?… — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
Crime, after all, can be a way of establishing identity or acquiring security - at least the magistrate addresses you by name. — Ariana Franklin Copy Share Image
