Quote by Georgina Anne Taylor Download Open image ““Branches moved and shadows shifted as Lilith dug the poppet's final grave.”” — Georgina Anne Taylor ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The sorcerer’s creatures harried her, dragging at her skirts and tangling in her hair, as Lilith gripped the axe handle firmly and walked down… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“Lilith’s smile widened, as she scoffed, “Civilised beings? Millennia come and gone, and the only conclusion I can come to is that your kind… — Daniel MacKillican Copy Share Image
“As her husband held her close, she could feel the pulse of other choices, other lives, opening up beneath her. Her past crackled behind… — Dan Chaon Copy Share Image
“She was lost now, she'd been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova's warped tree.” — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“Lilith fought the urge to scream. Why couldn’t the bastard have remained dead? What sort of horrible, messed up fate was this? To be… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“In a fortnight Lilith had figured out more about me than anyone had ever cared to know, and I could only hope that she… — Tabitha McGowan Copy Share Image
“She felt the sap rising through the trees as the blood coursing through her body, the grass sprouting out of the forest floor as… — Tara Heavey Copy Share Image
“Nothing moved. Just as she was taking a few tentative steps through the ferns and thick brush, a branch snapped, making her jump.” — Chrissy Peebles Copy Share Image
“Then the trees closed in around her, black as pitch and full of ghosts and memories.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“What she did not know, and would never have believed, was that though her soul seemed to have been grown over with an impenetrable layer of mould, some delicate blades of grass, young and tender, were already pushing their way upwards, destined to take root and send out living shoots so effectively that her all-consuming grief would soon be lost… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share
“She saw the shadows of her children, young again, playing on that tree. And now to be here with him. You cross your own… — Penelope Lively Copy Share Image
“The summer I met Lilith Bresson, I had begun to die. Not physically, you understand. I had never been that lucky. But each day… — Tabitha McGowan Copy Share Image
“The sorcerer’s creatures harried her, dragging at her skirts and tangling in her hair, as Lilith gripped the axe handle firmly and walked down… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“He clung to his pain as an anchor to the physical world, to the husk that housed his soul, too precious to be cast… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“Lilith returned to her cooking. She didn't let herself think about anything but preparing the food, one ingredient at a time, a pinch of… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“What need for feathers now? What need to confirm their loss? While the womb-red sky swelled with the promise of tomorrow, and he rode… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“The bloody red head emerged. The white sheet turned crimson. The infant sat up. Unfurling soft, white feathered wings, the newborn demigoddess regarded the… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“A chill crept into his limbs and he began to question his struggle against the sure demise of his damaged flesh—so much easier to… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“Meng flew low over the darkness of the treetops, thinking of Meabel’s silky body, his jealousy like a living entity inside him, swelling with… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“As a child she had run wild, a brown-eyed and tousled-hair creature, lanky limbs scratched and bruised, among the fishing boats, the shanties and… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“You just got what was coming for you!" Anger stripped the niceties from her speech. Lilith spun around to face him again—her fists clenched—as… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“The surge of his ardour swept through him in climatic release, filling her womb with his final, mortal sowing.” — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“You shall be the Reaper, Lilith,’ the Aquis said. ‘You shall be the Redeemer. The Seducer of Demigods and the Slayer of Kings.” — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“Lilith fought the urge to scream. Why couldn’t the bastard have remained dead? What sort of horrible, messed up fate was this? To be… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
