Death of Yesterday Quotes

“Hamish looked around the tranquillity of the little village, at the great glassy waves curling onto the perfect white beach.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of Yesterday

“One morning, he walked with the dog and cat to the cliffs at the end of the sea loch and sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the green-grey waves rolling in to crash against the rocks below. Restless seagulls screamed and swooped overhead, and little puffins popped in and out of their burrows.”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of Yesterday

“Perhaps some languid summer day, When drowsy birds sing less and less, And golden fruit is ripening to excess,”
― M.C. Beaton, Death of Yesterday