“For the perfect gentleman was out there somewhere, waiting for her. He would be nothing like Father, he would be an artist,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“You mustn’t wait for someone to rescue you,” Mother would continue, a faraway look in her eyes. “A girl expecting rescue never… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Once again she was struck by a sense of profound familiarity. She knew this place. In the story that her mother used… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Mother didn't understand that children aren't frightened by stories; that their lives are full of far more frightening things than those contained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Did your parents spoil you when you were small, Miss Burchill?’ ‘No,’ I said. ‘No, I don’t think they did.’ ‘I don’t… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Laurel wondered whether perhaps a person reached an age when so much was kept from them, so many details of life discussed and decided… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It hardly needs to be said: sooner or later secrets have a way of making themselves known.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“It suddenly seemed to Laurel that all the absences in her own life, every loss and sadness, every nightmare in the dark, every unexplained… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“tiempo tiene su peculiar manera de moldear a la gente de forma que ellos mismos ya no se reconocen,” — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape the rigid… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
It's special, grandparents and grandchldren. So much simpler. Is it always so, I wonder? I think perhaps it is. While one's child takes a… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“... and I thought -not for the first time- what a true and simple pleasure it was, to be inside and sated when the… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
“Nell was like a witch. Her long silvery hair rolled into a bun on the back of her head, the narrow wooden house on… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
