“It was a melancholy day indeed when the sister of solitude was Sunday's silver lining.” — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
“If he didn't like the writing, then he didn't like her, and everything she had done in her whole life would be for nothing.” — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
First time's a fluke; second time's a coincidence," said Velius. "Third time's tradition," finished Erik. — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
“Perhaps her giant bright-eyed sister had finally come to put her out of her misery just when things had gotten interesting.” — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
“So who is she? No wait, let me guess. Skin of the finest porcelain. Hair of the softest silk. A voice like birdsong, a… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both. — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
I have lived a life full of love and pain, of Joy and Sorrow, and I live on still. i have many, many years… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
Mama says I spend too much time in little fantasy worlds and not enough in this one. — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it. — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
There are four things that make a man fight as you just did," the duke explained to Rumbold. "Love, despair, anger, or insanity." Erik… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
