“Winters in Portugal had been, at worst, cool and gloomy. In Quebec, Serafim discovered that the coolness in the air could quickly reach a point where the particles themselves felt jagged, like teeth that could bite pinholes into his skin,… — Mark Lavorato Copy Share
“Winters in Portugal had been, at worst, cool and gloomy. In Quebec, Serafim discovered that the coolness in the air could quickly reach a point where the particles themselves felt jagged, like teeth that could bite pinholes into his skin, despite the layers and layers of clothing he wore. Serafim observed oblong puddles from bitter rain begin to clamp shut… — Mark Lavorato Copy Share
“What was driving her, however, had changed. Claire had always known that genius wasn't born out of a gift or education or genetics. It was born, simply, out of love. When a person loved one thing and one thing only, they could give themselves to it, surrender themselves entirely, sacrifice blindly. Genius, as it turned out, wasn't a cause but… — Mark Lavorato Copy Share
“Serafim now had the liberty to go anywhere in the world, do anything. He had no land, no ties, no home to return to.… — Mark Lavorato Copy Share Image
“Serafim's long-term memory was terrible. He noticed that when other people reconstructed their pasts, the access they had to previous moments in their lives… — Mark Lavorato Copy Share Image
