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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princess maids fairy-tale
...which fairy-tale princess ever chose her maid over her prince?
anchors opposites two
There were two now where they had been three. David's death had dismantled the triangle, and an enclosed space was now open. Two points are unreliable; with nothing to anchor them, there is nothing to stop them drifting in opposite directions. If it is string that binds, it will eventually snap and the points will separate; if elastic, they will continue to part, further and further, until the strain reaches its limit and they are pulled back with such speed that they cannot help but collide with devastating force.
moderation too-short wells
Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?
acquisition allies compulsion
Nell was not one for friends and had never hidden her distaste for most other humans, their neurotic compulsion for the acquisition of allies.
might events remember
Will history remember us, I wonder? I do hope so - to imagine that one might do something, touch an event somehow, & thereby transcend the bounds of a single human lifetime!
timing
So much in life came down to timing.
longing victim pragmatic
Even the most pragmatic person fell victim at times to a longing for something other.
when-you-love-someone love-someone
when you love someone you’ll do just about anything to keep them.
tales storyteller
I am not a storyteller . . . not like the others. I only have one tale to tell.
experts virtue hindsight
But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .
sibling games play
It was the sibling thing, I suppose. I was fascinated by the intricate tangle of love and duty and resentment that tied them together. The glances they exchanged; the complicated balance of power established over decades; the games I would never play with rules I would never fully understand. And perhaps that was key: they were such a natural group that they made me feel remarkably singular by comparison. To watch them together was to know strongly, painfully, all that I'd been missing.