“has your sister already gone, then, Stan?” Stanley’s eyelids fluttered. “We must get on,” he said, taking hold of my arm. “Miss Gibson has a train to catch.” “Oh . . . I see. Well, nice to meet you .… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“But I recently celebrated my thirtieth birthday and became acutely aware of my age, and the passing of time.” — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“I tutored myself in the art of solemnity, kept my euphoria private, and adopted a serious demeanour in keeping with everyone else and the… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“There was no thunderbolt, no quickening of the heart, but there was a sense of recognition.A familiarity about his face..” — judith kinghorn Copy Share Image
“I remembered all the Christmases we’d celebrated, always with a huge tree, situated next to the staircase where I now sat. As a child,… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“I was almost seventeen when the spell of my childhood was broken. There was no sudden jolt, no immediate awakening and no alteration, as… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“All I could think was that he, too, was going to war; that he, too, was leaving Deyning, leaving my world. I’d only just… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“has your sister already gone, then, Stan?” Stanley’s eyelids fluttered. “We must get on,” he said, taking hold of my arm. “Miss Gibson has… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
“A scream so loud it shattered and splintered into a dreadful chorus that rattled and shook my brain and bones and cells and soul.… — Judith Kinghorn Copy Share Image
