“It all comes together inside her, and she can’t begin to explain. “It’s just a pattern,” she says, feeling bad because it’s a lie. She’s lying to Miss Justineau, who she loves more than anyone in the world. And of… — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“Loyalty is just the wheels on the bus ... meaning that it keeps things moving but it's neutral when it comes to the direction… — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“Pretending not to see would, she believes, take her past some point of no return, past the event horizon of hypocrisy into a black… — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“I love you, Miss Justineau. I’ll be a god or a Titan for you, and save you.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“The universe was a badly written soap opera where every plot twist strained credibility just that little bit further.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“Some things become true simply by being spoken. When she said to the little girl “I’m here for you”, the architecture of her mind,… — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“fine, dark grey strands. Like plague-flavoured candy floss, Justineau thinks.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“This isn’t life. It’s something that’s playing out in its own self-contained subroutine.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“you can't save people from the world. There's nowhere else to take them.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“She's in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“She already misses Miss J, even though they’re still together. She doesn’t think she’ll ever love anyone else quite this much.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
“It rains on the just and the unjust. Nothing you can do but turn your collar up.” — M.R. Carey Copy Share Image
