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“Jacob glanced across at the woman. 'She'd have you for breakfast, mate.''Yeah,' Luca countered, 'maybe I want to be had for breakfast.”
“Elijah blinked in dazzling sunlight and took a deep breath. The sweet-pepper scent of meadow grass told him immediately where he was. Winded, he skidded to a halt as the portal spat him out. Above him stretched skies of cornflower blue, dotted with threadbare white clouds sailing over like cotton galleons on the summer breeze.”
“It was a room full of ghosts, arranged in readiness for days that would never happen.”
“On some deep, unconscious level, he had always known it to be true. He was an invention, a fictional character. Jacob Lightfoot didn't exist.”
“Sadie gave her head an exaggerated scratch. ‘Don’t come too close if you know what’s good for you, these nits are on steroids.”
“Being amongst rough lives and confusion does not make you less, it only makes your beauty shine out more clearly.”
“Jake's in trouble.'Luca rolled his eyes. 'What now?''He's gone off somewhere, I think I know where, and I don't think it's good.''Cant that boy ever stay in and watch telly like the rest of us?”
“With the warmth of an alien sun on his back, Jacob took a deep breath at the door and knocked.”
“He saw the rules of life clearly for the first time and they were simple: it was a game where Death was the only winner.”