“When she walked by the two officers, they didn't recognize her. "Have you seen the luscious bonbon with the golden braids?" She grinned up at them with such impish mischief that they almost forgot their quest for the singer. "She… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Death is only attractive in a fashionable dress, with lilies and an open coffin.” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Whoever is in charge of such things had been sparing with his blessings on the moment Benno was born. He had neither looks nor… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Anyone watching her would have thought her cold, indifferent, but this was the only way she knew to tackle her deepest troubles, to shoo… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I'm rarely rude except accidentally, and that doesn't really count...” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“That's for you to decide, Yor Majesty. You have the third greatest power in the land—God, the king, then you. And God rarely bothers.” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I would like to place her on a pedestal, Teddy thought, and run my hands along all of those lovely curves like a sculptor,… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Where there is such self-love there is very little room for anything else, even hate.” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Anna gave her that disjointed look with which so many people regarded Hannah, as if they has fallen too many words behind to ever… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“When she walked by the two officers, they didn't recognize her. "Have you seen the luscious bonbon with the golden braids?" She grinned up… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Yes, Fraulein,' he said to Hannah. 'How gauche of you to have been born in another county. It is almost a capital offense. Here… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Am I higher or lower than she? It was always the vital question for Anna: who was superior, and how she could position herself… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“In April, which Hannah now heartily agreed was the cruelest month, mixing memory with desire, she walked past the burgeoning lilies that lined the… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
