And I will remember that no proxy in the world could stand in for you, not truly, because you are irreplaceable to me, you are the man I was meant to spend my life with, and I hereby put my heart in your hands.

NEWYORKER: The Proxy Marriage

He described it as "a story at the heart of Tudor history, and in Mantel's hands, every bit as illuminating, terrifying and utterly compelling as one might expect".

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We let that one go, but only after he had held it in his hands, cold and quick, muscle with eyes and a heart, scales specked with yellow and red, and one tiny orange fin.

NEWYORKER: The Other Place