A list of quotes on Goodreads of The Keeper Of My Kin.
The Keeper Of My Kin
These were Gurkhas,” he pronounced.
The Raden children’s discovery of the Gurkha graveyard; Part One: The Red-Haired Gurkhas
I traced my finger on some faded letters engraved on one of the tombstones. “What does it say?” I asked. My forefinger moved up and down, tracing the letters, made indistinct by time and weather.
“It’s a name or something written in English,” my brother said. “It’s faded now.”
“He was trembling in bed when he heard footsteps by his bedside. He opened his eyes. Through the malarial haze, he made out the silhouette of an officer. An officer of the rank of captain. He thought so because of the golden buttons on each of the epaulettes on the officer’s shoulders. As he glanced up further to address the officer, he saw that the chap was headless.”
A bed-ridden soldier’s unfortunate encounter with a supernatural visitor; Part One: The Red-Haired Gurkhas
“Yamashiro also had the opportunity to shoot the beast. He had the vantage point and position. Yet he did nothing. He simply watched the beast move from one man to the next. When it got too much, he closed his eyes.”
The boy soldier Yamashiro witnessing a massacre by a were-tiger; Part Two: The Tiger-Man and His Constant Companion
“Their bodies in white, long prayer garments swayed gently from side to side. The movement was so gentle it looked like the women would float and fly away at any time.”
A group of women discovered by the Special Branch policemen; Part Three: The Night of the Flying Blades
“One Sunday morning, the boy left with a cow for the riverbank. He wanted to give it water and a wash. Before he left, Moyang told Syed Hussain to return early. She and her husband had a rich catch of gourami fish from the paddy fields… He didn’t return by noon. By 3 pm, the villagers beat the drums at the mosques in the area, signalling an emergency. The boy had gone missing. Before the evening prayer, the villagers found the cow dead by the river. It was slashed to death. Your great-grandmother feared the worst.”
The abduction of 14-year-old boy Syed Hussain; Part Three: The Night of the Flying Blades
“Sergeant Wright blinked back in disbelief. Rain drops began to fall, or so he thought. He wiped the wetness off his face, looked down to his hand and realised they weren’t raindrops. They were sprays of blood. It took some time before Sergeant Wright could make out the glistening steels soaring and zigzagging in the air. His nose picked up the most disturbing scent, the smell of blood mingled with steel.”
Special Branch policeman Sergeant Lindsey Wright witnessing a phenomenon called the flying blades; Part Three: The Night of the Flying Blades
Salina Christmas 