“I still wasn’t sure that I loved him. Love—the kind that was holy to Aphrodite—was not something I had ever allowed myself to think about much. If you desired someone, if he comforted you, if you thought he might leech… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“If you desired someone, if he comforted you, if you thought he might leech the poison out of your heart, was that love? Or only desperation?” — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“I hope you aren't planning to order me back to bed." "No, you have far too much crockery at your disposal.” — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“I still wasn’t sure that I loved him. Love—the kind that was holy to Aphrodite—was not something I had ever allowed myself to think… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“I tried. As the darkness closed over me, I fought to remember the name of my husband. I fought to remember the name of… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“«Speaking the truth is like gulping a mouthful of brandy: it burns on my tongue, but a moment after my body feels warmer, looser,… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“Come. I was on my way to the park; I know a quiet spot where you can sit down." "In public? With a servant?"… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“People who want to be loved", I say, "always do the most idiotic things...” — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“If one of us had to die, it ought to be the one with poison in her heart.” — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
“Arms around me in the dark. Lips against mine in the sunlight. Do you know why I love you? He knew me. And loved… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
