Chapter-two Quote by Patricia A. McKillip

“She descended, not through the nearest hole as was her childhood habit, but more sedately down a marble staircase that began life in the…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“The first time her grandfather had told her of her heritage, she’d laughed, thinking it was a jest. But as they’d walked down the…

— Donna Grant

“And then he left the palace to roam the streets of Ombria, where he painted shadows as he searched for light within them, painted…

— Patricia A. McKillip

“Charlotte had never forgotten it - she was always looking for it. An old house facing seaward, ships going up and down. Spruce woods…

— L.M. Montgomery

“Places remained and time flowed through them like wind through the grass. Right now. This was the future turning into the past. One thing…

— Mark Haddon

“When we bury the old, we bury the known past, the past we imagine sometimes better than it was, but the past all the…

— Thomas Lynch

“It was a city to visit, not a city to live in, but it was the city where Wormold had first fallen in love…

— Graham Greene

“It wasn’t the carved oak furniture, or the faded green drapes, or the warmth of the fire that made her stop dead. It was…

— Sarah J. Maas

“Anywhere people lived memory collected like sediment on the bed of a river, dropping from the flow of time to become fixed in the…

— Adam Haslett

“A town’s history is like a rambling old mansion filled with rooms and cubbyholes and laundry-chutes and garrets and all sorts of eccentric little…

— Stephen King

“She thought of the city at night, of cities at night. Discarded constellations of old stars, fallen from the sky, rearranged on Earth in…

— Arundhati Roy

“And, ah! his castle. The faery solitude of the place, with its turrets of mistly blue, its courtyard, its spiked gate, his castle that…

— Angela Carter