What a pity every child couldn't learn to read under a willow tree... — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“That lame man you saw-- is he grateful now? Is it worth it to get on his feet and spend the rest of his… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“Daniel, he said. I would have you follow me. Master!....I will fight for you to the end!. My loyal friend, he said, I would… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps.” — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“Haven't you ever wondered,' he attempted, 'what good it is for them to be healed, those people that Jesus cures? They're happy at first.… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“The one small room the house contained was scoured as a seashell. There was a table, a chest, a bedstead with a faded quilt,… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
The impression of strength came from an extraordinary vitality that seemed to pulse in the very air around him — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“The girl looked about her. “’ Tis a pretty room,” she said without thinking, and then wondered how that could be, when it was… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“Have you noticed her name?" Kit leaned sideways to see the letters painted jauntily on the transom. "The WITCH! How did you dare? Does… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
Who would guess," he teased, "that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?" Kit giggled. "Are you saying I've… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“AS THE heavy door shut behind him the cloud gradually lifted from the room. Rachel moved nervously to the table and began to wrap… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
“William seemed to find nothing lacking in those evenings. For him it was enough simply to sit across the room and look at her.… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
