Victoria Dougherty > Quotes

“his throat, but his voice remained”
― Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church

“On the black cotton was printed a white skull and crossbones - the skull head grinning as if he were mocking her. The nun struggled for her breath and wanted to drop the evil little banner, but her fingers wouldn't let go of it - making her stare into its horrid death face as if she were looking at her own end.”
― Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church

“Vera had also hated lipstick, Marzipan and Lutherans - excluding her husband, but not her late mother-in-law. Most of all she hated being governed by anyone or anything.”
― Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church

“A brief whiff of her mother had come through a cracked window that opened to a weed-infested courtyard. It was a fragrance that almost spoke to her, saying, 'Yes, it was an unjust end to the life of a good man.' A man who had accepted gratitude in the place of love, and who knew Magdalena's heart would always remain with Ales's father.”
― Victoria Dougherty, The Bone Church

“I trust no one. Not even myself.” —Joesph Stalin”
― Victoria Dougherty, The Hungarian