The night I was found there was a big fire here. Mrs. Love told me so, when I was nine. She thought she should, because of the smell of smoke on my clothes when she found me. Later I came over to have...
The cat was on the window ledge, gazing intently into the garden.
That first second was long and confusing. The second, when it finally came, was sudden. The figure froze . . . swiveled . . . rose . . . and I knew. Miss Winter’s eyes. Brilliant, supernatural green....
Someone had told him once that the desire to do something well is a good indicator of talent.
Pigs are remarkable creatures and, though most men are too blind to see it, have intelligence that they show in their eyes.
Pero ¿qué tormenta golpea en silencio?
Peasants and princes, bailiffs and bakers' boys, merchants and mermaids, the figures were all immediately familiar. I had read these stories a hundred, a thousand, times before. They were stories ever...
One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.
Not even a ghost could survive here.
My words flew like birds into a pane of glass.
Margaret Lea. The biographer.
Le damos tanta importancia a nuestra propia vida que tendemos a creer que su historia comienza con nuestro nacimiento. Primero no había nada, entonces nací yo... Pero no es así. Las vidas humanas no s...
It was Hester herself, made word.
In summer he was a different person, sprightly and alert, and people took him for a man a decade younger than his years; but in winter he sank as the skies darkened, and by December he was always tire...
I see, she said softly, nodding her head as though she really did. Well, it’s your business, of course. She turned her hand in her lap and stared into her damaged palm. You are at liberty to say nothi...
Her eyes were too full of beauty to leave room for anything so mundane as intelligence.
For at eight o’clock the world came to an end. It was reading time.The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the blue candlewick bed...
The Missus stood like a ghost.
Rare, and as the household descended from eccentricity into chaos,
What makes it noteworthy is that a striking coincidence has made it a cleverer trick than they could have known. For the book is a rather silly story about a governess and two haunted children. I am a...