Georgia Hill > Quotes

“shorn hair”
― Georgia Hill, Magpie

“Hugh Collins wasn’t exactly what Perdita had visualised as a northern landlord. An elegant man with beautifully styled white hair, he was dressed in a red velvet waistcoat and smelled distinctly of whisky. It looked like James had long since made himself comfortable and was lounging in front of a roaring open fire, with what looked like a single malt in his glass. Perdita felt her temper rise but stifled it and decided to direct what little energy she had left elsewhere. She followed, dumbed by fatigue, to a back room where Hugh had laid a table in front of another huge fire.”
― Georgia Hill, Pursued by Love

“Kettle chips.”
― Georgia Hill, Magpie

“The quiet light woke Perdita; a sort of soft white glow permeated the bedroom and it was very, very still. No birdsong. No rumble of a distant tractor. Perdita lay for a second confused as to where she was. Definitely not in Dulwich. She couldn’t hear any traffic. In fact, she couldn’t hear anything at all. Cautiously she slid out of bed, shivered her way over to the window and threw open the curtains. Wiping the glass free of condensation, she gasped. ”
― Georgia Hill, Pursued by Love

“Prince Charles fan.”
― Georgia Hill, Magpie

“Heed this warning, men. From this day forward, treat your sisters, the mothers of your children, the women from whose loins you sprang with better care. For there will come a day when women and the power they hold will defy you. Once again they will rise. You may beat us, strip us, use us ill but we are of the world, of the earth and sky. Of Mother Nature herself. Treat us with disdain at your peril.”
― Georgia Hill, Magpie