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

“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