She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.
Mary BaloghAnd she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.
Mary BaloghIf you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.
Mary BaloghAlways guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Life itself had become a secret affair.
Mary Balogh