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If you have ever dreamed of crumbling castles, and cups of tea perched on too-tall stacks of books, and wandering through a cemetery to read the names of strangers, this book is for you.
What were miracles, but science that man didn’t yet understand?
She would be a new person, a person whom sadness would be unable to find.
Be patient, be silent, be beautiful and untouched as an orchid, and then and only then will your reward come: a bell jar to keep you safe.
It would just mean another night at the kirkyard, and he would steal and sell a thousand bodies if it meant buying Isabella the things that would show her how much he adored her. Let him spend every night in the dirt if it meant getting his mornings with her.
Her future was coming for her even as she was riding away from it, pulled by four horses, as quickly as she could.
“Well,” Iona said slowly, “perhaps you could take only one book with you to read at the gardens. After all, you’ll only be there for the afternoon.” Hazel choked on her tea. “One book? One book? Now you’re being absurd. What if I finish it? Or what if I find it impossibly dull, what then? What am I supposed to read if I either complete the book I brought or I otherwise discover it to be unreadable? Or what if it no longer holds my attention? Someone could spill tea on it. There. Think of that. Someone could spill tea on my one book, and then I would be marooned. Honestly, Iona, you must use
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WHAT A MOOD
“Hazel Sinnett, you are the most miraculous creature I have ever come across, and I am going to be thinking about how beautiful you are until the day I die.”
Love is nothing but the prolonged agony of waiting for it to end. The fear of losing the ones we love makes us do selfish and foolish and cruel things. The only freedom is freedom from love, and once your love is gone, it can be perfect, crystallized in your memory forever.”
The only truth is power, and the only power is knowing how to survive.”
