We all now tell stories by cutting from one dramatic scene to the next, whereas Victorian novelists felt free to write long… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“A child will always be what he is, she thought, and not what you want him to be.” — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“The extra line or two around her eyes only made them more fascinating; the touch of silver in her hair enhanced the blackness of… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“You're the one who doesn't understand," Lev said. "In America, I have my own car. There's more food than you can eat, all the… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“They did not suspect her for a moment. It did not occur to them that a woman could be dangerous. How foolish they were.… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Remember our story. You’re going to visit a cousin who has just started to farm in North Carolina. You’re taking gifts.” “Even though we’re… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“And here's my advice to you. If you get the chance of the mad kind of love, grab it with both hands, and to… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Two blades clashed, ringing like a bell. Like all small boys, Philip thought his father was invincible; and this was the moment when he… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“It had been a morning of vivid images: the man-made streams, the rats in the butchers’ shops, the stacks of new-minted silver pennies, and… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“tickets and lifts begged on carts, but Grigori was mesmerized by her face as she talked. Once again Lev listened with rapt attention, making… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“A man who has no fear can do anything he wants, Feliks thought. He had learned that lesson eleven years ago, in a railway… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
“Alison was relieved: she would have hated to see Mary lose her dignity as well as her life. “Follow me,” said the sheriff. Mary… — Ken Follett Copy Share Image
