This week I’m featuring quotes from Nora Robert’s Island of Glass.
He broke off a moment, took a breath. “You see there, how Annika laid the flowers and stones on every grave here. On my mother’s she put them down in the shape of a heart…. So Annika came out here and gave them this respect, this sweetness, this remembrance. How could I not come and stand here, even knowing they’re not here.”
“Change a moment, change an eon.” Doyle stared into the fire, the shadow and light. “I’ve thought the same. I failed, and the man he might have been was lost. The man I might have been was lost with him.”
The island went absolutely still below her, like something caught in a ball of glass. All color and shape without movement. A painting spread over sea and sky.