Kate Morton
Kate Morton
Kate Mortonis an international bestselling Australian author. Morton has sold more than 10 million books in 38 countries, making her one of Australia's "biggest publishing exports". The award-winning author has written five novels: The House at Riverton, The Forgotten Garden, The Distant Hours,The Secret Keeper, and The Lake House, which was published in October 2015...
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children cold said
To abandon a child, she had once said to someone, when she thought Cassandra couldn't hear, was an act so cold, so careless, it refused forgiveness.
grandmother past voice
Cassandra wondered at the mind's cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life's end, her grandmother's head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was it always this way? Did those with passage booked on death's silent ship always scan the dock for faces of the long-departed?
summer stars rain
She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.
procrastination reluctance
Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .
clever adventure mean
I want to be independent. To meet interesting people. ... I just mean new people with clever things to say. Things I've never heard before. I want to be free. Open to whatever adventure comes along and sweeps me off my feet.
despair action oneself
Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.
true-friend dark light
A true friend is a light in the dark. Viven
perfect persons marrying
What could be more perfect than marrying the person you love.
girl cat curiosity
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better.
second-chance giving people
... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.
enough these-days
Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
cities phones lines
Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.' 'The city still has working phone booths?' 'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.
children past parent
Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior existence.
girl eye mirrors
The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself.