"Narahoa sleeps when my heart is content," Vashneel assured her, patting his chest. He proffered his hand. Kani took it and placed within it a single piece of black coral, which glittered darkly, like her eyes. Her hands closed around his. Vashneel laughed and a breeze riffled his hair. Read more...
The doorbell rang. Liam was examining the purse under the lamp-light. It was definitely worse than it had been. The silken strands looked brittle and burned, as though they'd been touched by fire or extreme cold. The tiny flap was beginning to unravel. Read more...
Consciousness returned slowly and painfully. He knew straight away that something wasn't right inside him. It was only then that he really thought about the rumbling. The way it had held a slightly more insistent tone than train noise. Hooray for hindsight. Read more...
"I found it easier to deny events like Peora's death, and like the disintegration of my marriage, than to try and confront them. I have not the kind of courage that allows some people to absorb the truth of their own lives." Read more...
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