"The Death of Mrs. Westaway" Quotes
In "The Death of Mrs. Westaway," a struggling tarot card reader receives a mysterious inheritance letter, leading her into a web of family secrets and deception.
mystery | 388 pages | Published in 2018
Quotes
The air was crisp and cold, the sky an unbroken blue, but the sunshine felt thin and watery.
Sometimes it felt like all the weight of her life was pressing down on her shoulders.
The truth was a slippery thing, like a fish caught in the reeds.
Secrets are like stones, she thought. You can bury them deep in the earth, but eventually, they always work their way to the surface.
She felt a shiver run down her spine, a sense of something unseen watching from the shadows.
Memories were like that, she thought, shifting and changing with time.
There is a kind of safety in darkness, an anonymity that daylight strips away.
Sometimes it was easier to believe in lies than to face the truth.
A house is more than just a building; it is a repository of memories and secrets.
Grief is a funny thing. It doesn't lessen with time, it just changes shape.
