“I could do anything—be anything. I could be a blackberry farmer. I could worry about phone bills and nipping out to the corner shop for milk and bread of a morning. Little Declan Jr. could learn to walk and talk… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“Sometime later, halfway between midnight and dawn, I fell asleep with my head against the polished mahogany and my hand clutching a bottle full… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“I could do anything—be anything. I could be a blackberry farmer. I could worry about phone bills and nipping out to the corner shop… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“I think certain people resonate in our lives, and no matter how much time or how many worlds stand between us, we often gravitate… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“Perfect endings... they don't exist, 'Phie. Only in stories, where nothing ever really changes. Here, right now, isn't a story. There is no happy… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“Did you see a future for us, Tal?" I asked, but she only stared. "Did you see us waking up together? Smiling in the… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“Annie and I had spun together across worlds and universes and dreams. But the chaos had swallowed her whole, absorbed her warmth, and scattered… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“And we were all of us alone, clinging to a rock spinning through the star-strewn darkness and trying desperately to matter. To make some… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
“A third army entered the fray. They came from below, from the shallow graves that littered the vast ridge. Rotting skeletal arms burst through… — Joe Ducie Copy Share Image
