K. Lyn Smith > Quotes

“Nothing said family more than shared soap.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“I’ve a trunk full of books. The porters will despise me, but I'll be the most prepared Englishwoman ever to set foot on Egyptian sand.”
― K. Lyn Smith, Light of a Nile Moon

“In his letter, he’d written three different words. 'You’re not alone.' They swirled inside her head, solid and deep and resonant in a way that ethereal 'I love you' could never be.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“You, sir, have the mind of a scientist. But, I think, the heart of a poet.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Astronomer's Obsession

“She wants what we all want . . . She wants someone to see her. Someone to witness her life and know that she’s…significant.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Astronomer's Obsession

“It felt odd to have Regina laundering his clothes.
'Oh. If you’d rather clean them yourself . . .'
No, that didn’t sound right, either.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“He’d almost redoubled his efforts to charm her. Prepared a wink and a smile and a glib response but stopped. Every time he tried to charm her, she stiffened, so he’d given her the truth instead. 'I’ve nowhere else to be.' Surprisingly, it had worked.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“Some stars orbit in pairs, united by their mutual gravitation. No one knows why. Perhaps it’s the same with people.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Astronomer's Obsession

“All is knowable. When his mind said no, his heart said what if…”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Astronomer's Obsession

“He was a river to her sandstone resolution. He flowed and she eroded.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption

“He saw her, and that was a dangerous thing. She didn’t know if she could bear being seen, only to be lost again when he left.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Astronomer's Obsession

“You’re like a mosquito trapped in my tent.”
― K. Lyn Smith, Light of a Nile Moon

“If falling stars were indeed a sign that something wonderful was about to happen . . . She turned to him, and her heartbeat quickened when she saw he watched her. His eyes shifted from soft grey to fierce, molten silver. It was hot and intense, and comforting all at once, because it was Harry.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Astronomer's Obsession

“Above his head, the drip had spread, dark and blooming across the plaster. A spider watched him from a gauzy web above the washstand. Light from his shrinking candle reflected in the grime on the window. He was pretty sure there was something crawling in his mattress. His stomach growled its displeasure, and somewhere a pig slept on his nightshirt. But for some reason, he was pleased.”
― K. Lyn Smith, The Artist’s Redemption