“I want the girl,” he said. “Keep the amulet. Just give me the girl.” Her mind opened all its cabinets and turned out all its drawers and none of them held anything about lost girls or stolen girls or any… — 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
