"They say in the old tales that the first night after a child is born, the Bidhata Purush comes down to earth himself to decide what its fortune is to be." Book 1, Chapter 1, pg. 3

"I could never hate Sudha. Because she is my other half. The sister of my heart." Book 1, Chapter 2, pg. 11

"And the thought shapes itself into a wail that spirals tornado-like through the old mansion of the Chatterjees, shaking every stone: I, Sudha, am nothing to Anju. Not twin, not sister, not cousin. Not anyone except the daughter of the man who with his foolish dreams led her father to his death." Book 1, Chapter 3, pg. 39

"When she motions to me to come sit by her and lays her hand lightly on my head, I feel a tumult of love in my heart. I understand why Sudha sacrificed so much to make her mother happy. I'm...