“He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a whiff of ancient, buried cities.” — Joan London Copy Share Image
“And in this matter, Gold, he’d said, rolling his eyes towards Frank, we have had an early advantage.” — Joan London Copy Share Image
“She limped, unaided around the house, like a bird with its wing broken. Tame, because it couldn’t fly away. All her time was taken… — Joan London Copy Share Image
“city, but still it lingered, like a tune or an aroma, set in motion whenever” — Joan London Copy Share Image
“He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a… — Joan London Copy Share Image
