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“Rule number three: only three may play. No more, no less. Three. A number favored as much by art as by science: primary colors, points required to locate an object in space, notes to form a musical chord. Three points of a triangle, the first geometrical figure. Incontrovertible fact: two straight lines cannot enclose a space. The points of a triangle may move, shift allegiance, the distance between two disappear as they draw away from the third, but together they always define a triangle. Self-contained, real, complete.”

Quote by Kate Morton

Work

The House at Riverton

This novel delves into the lives of the inhabitants of a grand estate, as a young woman becomes entangled in a web of secrets and intrigue surrounding the estate's history and its residents' lives. more

Author

Kate Morton
Kate Morton

Kate Morton, born in 1976, is an acclaimed Australian author known for her intricate family histories and emotional storytelling. more

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