Jonathan Dunne Rosie Quotes

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Jonathan  Dunne
“I used to love the funfair, but I grew old somewhere along the way. That’s the scariest ride of all.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Why do people die at night? Silent deaths in the night, slipping away in their sleep. As if they never existed.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“He had too much respect for her, even though the woman lying in the room next to him tonight was no longer his wife but a broken mould of the once-upon-a-time Rosie.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Rosie, you’re the Stephen Hawking of the real estate business.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“One hell of a love spell that witch cast on me.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Olivia’s words gave him the creeps. This teenage girl didn’t sound like his bubbly warm daughter, now cold and sterile as a glinting surgical knife.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“The lives we wasted were already wasted lives.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“A dark baptism burgeoned and burnt in his subconscious.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“To rise, you must fall. To fall, you must rise.
You are the light in the darkness, you are the darkness in the light.
You are the servant who sits at the right hand of Death, you are Death who sits at the right hand of the servant.
Fire and Water.
You will meet Death not once but twice as it is written, and you will show It your face.
Water and Fire.
The kiss of death, the kiss of life.
Into the hole, you shall descend to judge the dead.
From the hole, you shall ascend to judge the living.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Her body was a prison, but no bars will trap her spirit.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Cannibalistic guilt ate Victor Ryan from his guts outwards.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“But no, Miss Rigor Mortis, the mother of all potters, had moulded her face into the face of the immortal.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“She has lost everything in life to gain everything in death.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“The felines grew restless, mewled and cried like feverish babies.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“The felines grew restless, mewling and crying like feverish babies.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Clickity-clack, watch your back…”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“The intruders wore pale masks with robotically blank faces; a bunch of hybrid human-mannequins — hummannequins — in Rosie’s garden.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Victor Ryan was afraid to face the faceless.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“A pattern was forming in Rosie’s mind; a dark mould from which bad things come.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“she was going to a strange place where the damned, demented and deranged clawed and cried, where birds don’t sing, and the sun never rises above the horizon.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“She was slipping down into a strange place where the damned, demented and deranged clawed and cried, where birds don’t sing, and the sun never rises above the horizon.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“But it is in death where we find sweet things, Mr Ryan.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“We are martyrs. We don’t expect you to understand.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Only those who have seen the darkest in life see the brightest in the afterlife.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel

Jonathan  Dunne
“Miss Rigor Mortis, the mother of all potters, was moulding his Rosie into a curling thing of nightmares.”
Jonathan Dunne, Rosie: An Old Castle Novel