“ Benjamin Munro was his name. She mouthed the syllables silently, Benjamin James Munro, twenty-six years old, late of London. He had no dependents, was a hard worker, a man not given to baseless talk.… Kate Morton
“ You're a storyteller, Alice Edevane, Ben had told her late one afternoon, as the river tripped coolly by and the pigeons came home to roost. I've never met a person with such a clever imagination, suc… Kate Morton
“ Ben ducked beneath the arbor and paused by the fishpond when a memory crept upon him like a shadow. This was the spot where Alice had first read to him from her manuscript. He could still hear her voi… Kate Morton
“ With a glance back towards the house, he pulled the secret sketches from within. He'd been working at them on and off for a fortnight now, ever since he'd come across Cousin Eliza's fairy tales among… Kate Morton
“ Vivien thought how ugly adults could be, how weak. So used to getting what they wanted that they didn't know the first thing about being brave. Kate Morton
“ The clouds had shifted, the moon was almost ripe, and her hair had turned to silver in its glaze.He'd been glad she hadn't caught him staring. Lucky for Tom, she'd crouched on the ground and started d… Kate Morton
“ The world was an awfully large place and it wasn't easy to find a person who'd gone missing sixty years earlier, even if that person was oneself. Kate Morton
“ It was a garden, a walled garden. Overgrown but with beautiful bones visible still. Someone had cared for this garden once. The remains of two paths snaked back and forth, intertwined like the lacing… Kate Morton
“ She forced herself to stroll casually and appraise her plants. The wisteria was shedding its final leaves, the jasmine had long lost its flowers, but the autumn had been mild and the pink roses were s… Kate Morton
“ Apart from such visits, for the first time in her life Eliza was truly alone. In the beginning, unfamiliar sounds, nocturnal sounds, disturbed her, but as the days passed she came to know them: soft-p… Kate Morton
“ This was the power of the story weaver, Nell realized. An ability to conjure color so that all else seemed to fade. Kate Morton
“ There was much work to be done in the crone's cottage, but the Princess was never heard to complain, for she was a true Princess with a pure heart. The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their… Kate Morton
“ Winter passed, and the world around began to wake. The birds returned to the kingdom and set about readying their nests, deer could be seen once more grazing where the fields met the woods, and buds b… Kate Morton
“ There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me. Kate Morton
“ His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story. Kate Morton
“ It's a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to evaporate with the past, should exist only in memories glimpsed thro… Kate Morton
“ ...home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children. But whether tomorrow or years from now, I cannot guess. Kate Morton
