Quotes from Jane Singer

My brother killed Abraham Lincoln. That is my weight, my shame.

Had her brother lived to face a trial, Asia surely would have been charged, for Booth used her home as a safe house, taught her the Confederate cipher code and entrusted her with papers

plots for the destruction of the United States government. "A desperate turn towards evil had come," she wrote, after hearing her brother damn the United States and

brother kicked my shin to silence me. Neighbor Goad's face deepened to purple. "Come again, mother-whelp?" "He's tipsy, Mr. Goad, sir," my brother muttered. "And green," he added, pinching

C. Calhoun, king of the South," I said. My brother kicked my shin to silence me. Neighbor Goad's face deepened to purple. "Come again, mother-whelp?" "He's tipsy,

turn towards evil had come," she wrote, after hearing her brother damn the United States and the "falsely" elected president. It was

was held captive in my home. I should have told the soldiers who came with guns drawn and bayonets at the ready this true thing: I might have stopped him, for I harbored him and kept his secrets. I was a pie safe locked tight and guilty as he. ——— Asia Booth Clarke was thirty years old and pregnant with her first child when Union soldiers and Federal detectives stormed her Maryland home in search of her assassin-brother.

Sister was inspired by Asia Booth Clarke's personal memoirs. Author, historical scholar and storyteller Jane Singer has masterfully imagined the family dynamics and intimate dilemmas that led to one of America's most fateful crimes and left a sister's life in shambles. JANE SINGER is a Civil War scholar and nonfiction author ("The Confederate

On the moonless night of April 14, 1865, days after a plot to blow up the White House failed, John Wilkes Booth killed President Abraham Lincoln. During the twelve days of his flight through the

On the moonless night of April 14, 1865, days after a plot to blow up the White House failed, John Wilkes Booth killed President Abraham Lincoln. During the twelve days of