Quotes from Lucy Jago

Chance, time, the rules of civilized life, grief, pain, an imbalance of humors, all make it extraordinary that any of us are ever happy. When we are, it is fleeting.

In the bitter air, the grieving were wreathed in white by their sighs.

Death had snatched colour away with the Prince's life.

Then, quite unexpectedly, she embraced Barbara for a long time. Barbara could feel the movement of the child inside her belly.

Murder and marriage is not a happy mix.