Mette Ivie Harrison

“George's hand lifted and fell away again. It seemed an insult to imply that anything so small as a touch could stop…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“A nod at Beatrice who held absolutely still. "She said she would come with me. She insisted on it. She stamped her…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“Your name?" George asked him directly. He had probably seen the man a dozen times before yet did not know anything about…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“You will find yourself, as he did. But that will not mean it is easy. There are few things easy in life…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“Be classy, if you must say anything at all. I think silence is very classy.”

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“George stared at the dove. What would she say if she could speak to him? What would she wish for, for her…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“Ugly and ungainly. The least dependable creature you ever met. Just when you think you understand her, she changes. If only I…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“George was full of hatred. Of his own weakness and stupidity, of his magic, of the stubbornness and the pride of Beatrice…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“George put his hand on top of Beatrice's and felt the warmth of both the woman and her hound pulsing through his…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“A story is not always a lie," said Tristan. "Some stories are truer than truth." Truer than truth? That sounded like something…

— Mette Ivie Harrison

“All living things have an obligation to live as best they can, no matter what pain comes to them.”

— Mette Ivie Harrison