“It was a woman who put that bullet in me. Did you know?” “One cannot tell from looking at the wound, as it happens.” — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“I want to climb on top and lace my fingers right down into the marrow of your bones and cast off and fly. I… — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“It was a woman who put that bullet in me. Did you know?” “One cannot tell from looking at the wound, as it happens.” — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“I want the girl,” he said. “Keep the amulet. Just give me the girl.” Her mind opened all its cabinets and turned out all… — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“Do you know, when I am with you I am not afraid at all. It is a magic altogether curious that happens inside the… — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“I am starving to death, you know. Not as one starves in stories, nobly and gracefully. I starve stupidly. I scrape up oats from… — joanna bourne Copy Share Image
“I don't know if tea really helps when one feels precarious, but it does give one something warm to hold on to. A kitten… — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“You know every alley in my mind, every broken bottle and rat scuttling in there.” — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“Her breasts were nudging out of her bodice. And . . . he had his hand on one of them. When did that happen?… — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“And fetch some straw. We’ll put it between us and the ground. No reason we shouldn’t sleep soft tonight.” “Straw. I love luxury.” — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
“I like the woman you became better than the girl you were. I like the story you’ve written on your face” — Joanna Bourne Copy Share Image
