“They wound their way through a labyrinth of streets, partly following their noses, partly the orientation of the map. Jardines, Mirasol, Cruz, Puentezuelas, Capuchinas... Each word held its magic. They were like brushstrokes painting the landscape of the city, each… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“Mount Olympus. This ever-changing sea. The tankers. The fishing vessels. I know you think I can't see them, but I could once. I know… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“People always want to direct a visitor to their favourite place,” — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“After the endless disappointing cups of Nescafé, served as though the tasteless dissolving granules of instant coffee were a delicacy, Alexis felt no cup… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“Dance halls were where young men and women conducted their courtships, and most had one clear objective: to find a spouse. Mercedes was an… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“Books are the essence of life. And there is nothing like a good story to pass the time.” — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“The sun rose, the moon saturated the night sky with its silver light and the stars blazed, indifferent to the events happening below them.” — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“They wound their way through a labyrinth of streets, partly following their noses, partly the orientation of the map. Jardines, Mirasol, Cruz, Puentezuelas, Capuchinas...… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“Like any collection of family photographs, it was a random selection that told only fragments of a story. The real tale would be revealed… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“Being passive doesn't mean being subservient. Her power lay in how well she chose to respond. There was no subservience involved.” — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“Why do people stay together? Putting aside ‘for the sake of the children’, and ‘the habit of years’ and ‘economic reasons’ as lawyers’ nonsense… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“Once she was face to face with the people who led the way their silence was unnerving. No one seemed to speak. They looked… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
“The parrot had a range of phrases. His own name ('Niko, Niko'), the name of his original owner and now 'Stavros'. Occasionally he would… — Victoria Hislop Copy Share Image
