“«Speaking the truth is like gulping a mouthful of brandy: it burns on my tongue, but a moment after my body feels warmer, looser, freer.»” — 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 someone I had loved. I fought to remember-- What? I was alone, and I had no hands to clench around my memories. I had no memories, no name, only the knowlegde (deeper and colder than any… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share
“«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 me. And he had never asked me for anything. Even Shade wanted me to die for him. Maybe I shouldn’t forgive a monster just because he loved me that way—but— But loving me that way made… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share
