“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the surface. It was the brightest colour in the room, more alive than even the body it… — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
“...she sometimes felt so alone she worried she might vanish like the ink in an overused book. But here, with wildlife all around her and magic sweet in the air like good cider, she felt her lines and colours returning,… — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
“Promise me something,' she said. 'I'll promise you anything I can without lying to you again.' Pearl nodded. 'If magic really does exist, and you really can erase my memory, and I let you do it- you have to promise to come find me again once you're safe. You have to promise me to tell me everything that happened, and… — Emma Törzs Copy Share
“There's one thing I don't want you to forget,' she said to Pearl. 'Even with your concussion. I don't want you to forget that… — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
“If she left- when she left- Antarctica would be a memory, than a memory of a memory, and eventually it would just be a story. Pearl would be just a story, a swirl of remembered feelings, someone she'd talk about at bars to strangers who would become friends and then strangers again. All these stories, what did they add up… — Emma Törzs Copy Share
“...she went to the usual spot on her finger and poked with the sharp tip until a drop of blood welled obediently to the… — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
“...the tension between them was so thick and sticky it was almost visible, like layers of cobweb.” — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
“...she sometimes felt so alone she worried she might vanish like the ink in an overused book. But here, with wildlife all around her… — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
“He'd never felt so passionately all-caps about another person as Pearl seemed to feel about Esther, and certainly no one had ever felt that… — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
“But the mass itself had been so boring that even her fantasies of rescuing Jesus and giving him a tender, thorough sponge bath couldn't… — Emma Törzs Copy Share Image
