“Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air...I think it's a sort of lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling… — Jane Johnson Copy Share Image
“Embroidery is an improbable hobby for someone as disordered as me, but it's the very precision of it that attracts me, the illusion of… — Jane Johnson Copy Share Image
“Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air...I think it's a sort of lark or something. Our tradition… — Jane Johnson Copy Share Image
“Cat wrinkled her nose. "No, thank you." "Take," the rais told her. "Is good." He picked one up and held it out, and when… — Jane Johnson Copy Share Image
“They had joked together as young men that they planned to die before their wives; it was the best way, since neither man could… — Jane Johnson Copy Share Image
“There are days when I think there really is some huge great tapestry of a plan out there and we're all woven into it… — Jane Johnson Copy Share Image
