Tonight I finished reading Linda Holeman's The Linnet Bird. I have to say this is one of the best books I've read in a long time. I fell in love with the setting and the characters, and found myself quickly immersed in the plot of the story.The novel tells the story of Linnet Gow, one of the stro...
I straightened a blanket thrown over the chest at the end of his bed, and then, on a whim, knelt in front of the chest and opened it. Under a folded pair of old breeches was a worn leather bag with a torn strap. I took it out and looked inside. There was a long black buttoned robe of coarse cotto...
He knows, as he and Antonina ride back to Angelkov from the dacha, that his mother was wrong. He was not a good son, and he is not a good man. Antonina’s smell is on his skin. When Antonina allowed herself to stop being a countess and simply be a woman, he lost the tight control he’d maintained f...
I passed through the dyers' square, then the wood-workers' and tailors' alleys. I understood now that while searching for Sharia Zitoun I had walked in endless circles, and this time recognised a few corners, painted gates and round, arched stone openings. There was a wall with the imprint of a b...
I SAW THE GRAY smoke over the factory chimneys. Under my feet, the deck tilted. I smelled metal and steel—the anchors, chains, clamps, hasps. The scent of tar brought back the image of Ram Munt and his hands. My own hands held the railing, wet with fog. My heart pounded; I was sailing away, saili...