Hannah Mcfeely

“The animal was orange, burnished gold, fire made flesh; she was power and anger, she was vicious and exquisite;”
― Maggie O'Farrell, The Marriage Portrait

“She then leans over and thrusts the edge of the letter into the sconce burning on the wall of the stairwell. For a second or two, it seems the flame cannot believe its luck, refusing to consume the page. Then it comes to its senses, asserting its grasp, turning the edges of the paper black, shrivelling and devouring them.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, The Marriage Portrait

“May I keep this?” It was not a question. He was already turning away, placing her miniature painting inside his leather book and tying the straps, so that the bird could never fly away again, even if it had lived.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, The Marriage Portrait

“The tigress didn’t so much pace as pour herself, as if her very essence was molten, simmering, like the ooze from a volcano.”
― Maggie O'Farrell, The Marriage Portrait