"I’m not yours and you’re not mine. That’s what I say to his dreaming face as I watch the shadows of his dark eyelashes dance by the light of a Tilley lamp. It’s not the first lie I’ve told myself."
A historical fiction retelling of the British occupation of Kenya.
"Who would remember them once they'd gone?"
“What casual monsters we are. What calamities we are capable of.”
An 1928 ghost story which will make you immediately hungry for more of Kate Mosse's stories...
“Above all this the stars shine."
“Cain and Abel were not brothers, not twins. They were...two sides of the same person, good and evil warring against its own inclinations. The same struggle was borne out in every person, over and over, from the very most beginning of time, and you could only answer for yourself which brother would win.”
“At the time, age eighteen, having been brought up in a hair-trigger society where the ground rules were – if no physically violent touch was being laid upon you, and no outright verbal insults were being levelled at you, and no taunting looks in the vicinity either, then nothing was happening, so how could you be under attack from something that wasn’t there? At eighteen I had no proper understanding of the ways that constituted encroachment.”
"Hating, after all, was a drier form of drowning."
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