Category: Jessie Burton

Take care, take care. This city thrives! It’s money gives you wings to soar. But it is a yoke on your shoulders and you would do well to take note of the bruise around your neck.

Believe it or don’t believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man’s.

We’re nothing more than prisoners to your desire.

The ink was secret nectar, for Marin isn’t married.

You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still.

This city is like no other city in the world. It is brilliant but it is bloated, and I’ve never called it home

The turnip cannot thrive in the tulips patch of soil.

The rules of this house are written in water. I must either sink or swim.

Because, Petronella – it’s something in his soul. It’s something in his soul and you can’t get it out.

All we can do if we’re lucky is stich up the mistakes other people make.