Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long. — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name. — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
“He saw the Queen and saw her for the first time with the mask of friendship removed, a figure suddenly as ruthless and terrible… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first! — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
“I want you to take off the mask, Erik, do you hear me? I want you to take it off right now. -Luciana” — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
“Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
“Men like Robin were never content, and men like Robin were all she would ever love, grasping, ambitious reflections of herself... He would begin… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
