“George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice and Marit, and, last of all, hatred of Dr. Gharn, who had started it all. But the hatred… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George's hand lifted and fell away again. It seemed an insult to imply that anything so small as a touch could stop the raw… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“A nod at Beatrice who held absolutely still. "She said she would come with me. She insisted on it. She stamped her little foot… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“Your name?" George asked him directly. He had probably seen the man a dozen times before yet did not know anything about him. King… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“You will find yourself, as he did. But that will not mean it is easy. There are few things easy in life that are… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“Be classy, if you must say anything at all. I think silence is very classy.” — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George stared at the dove. What would she say if she could speak to him? What would she wish for, for her father? For… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“Ugly and ungainly. The least dependable creature you ever met. Just when you think you understand her, she changes. If only I had a… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice and Marit,… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“George put his hand on top of Beatrice's and felt the warmth of both the woman and her hound pulsing through his fingers. "Just… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“A story is not always a lie," said Tristan. "Some stories are truer than truth." Truer than truth? That sounded like something liars made… — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
“All living things have an obligation to live as best they can, no matter what pain comes to them.” — Mette Ivie Harrison Copy Share Image
