“Wild rambling roses had started to appear on the sides of the path; creatures of habit making their yearly bids between the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“They'd fallen into an easy routine, the three of them. Breakfast together in the morning, then Hughie would leave for work and… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“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
“Free as a bird' was the expression, and yet they weren't free at all, not as far as Saffy could tell: they… — 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
“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
