She'd filled twelve notebooks and still she hadn't stopped. Indeed, the more she wrote, the louder the stories seemed to grow, swirling in her mind, pressing against her head, anxious for release. She didn't know whether they were any good and in truth she didn't care. They were hers, and writing made them real somehow.
Kate Morton...as I already said, they didn't look like much--but beauty's in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?
Kate MortonHow can a person expect to escape their destiny, Merry? That is the question."
A silence, then a small, practical voice. "There's always the train, I guess."
Juniper thought at first she'd misheard; she glanced at Meredith and realized that the child was completely serious.
"I mean, there are buses, too, but I think the train would be faster. A smoother ride, as well.
I feel like a von Trapp," Ruby said between puffs, "But fatter, older and with absolutely no energy for singing.
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Ahora eran una familia, una unidad irrompible de tres, no sólo dos almas que habían decidido unir sus destinos.
Kate Morton—Pero ¿quién soy? —había preguntado.
—Tú eres tú. La misma de siempre. Eres Nell, mi Nellie.
Das ging ihr häufig so mit alten Fotos; sie war schließlich die Tochter ihrer Mutter, und die lächelnden Gesichter von Menschen, die nich nichts davon ahnten, was das Schicksal für sie bereithielt, hatten etwas schrecklich Ernüchterndes.
Kate MortonMan konnte die Zeit nicht zurückdrehen, das war reines Wunschdenken, aber man konnte dem Jetzt auf andere Weise entkommen, und zwar indem man vorwärtsging.
Kate MortonEs ist seltsam, aber ich sehne mich umso mehr nach dem Leben, je mehr ich davon getrennt bin. Es ist seltsam, meinen Sie nicht auch, dass Verzweiflung in Lebensdurst umschlagen kann und dass man selbst in diesen düsteren Zeiten das Glück in den kleinen Dingen finden kann.
Kate MortonAnd as the train whistled its imminent departure, a small girl wearing neat plaits and someone else's shoes climbed its iron stairs. Smoke filled the platform, people waved and hollered, a stray dog ran barking through the crowds. Nobody noticed as the little girl stepped over the shadowed threshold; not even Aunt Ada, who some might've expected to be sheperherding her orphaned niece towards her uncertain future. And so, when the essence of light and life that had been Vivien Longmeyer contracted itself for safekeeping and disappeared deep inside her, the world kept moving and nobody saw it happen.
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