“Lemon… The brilliant yellow of the yolk was making me want to write poetry once more. For now, as long as I was gazing at the yolk nestled next to the white, I didn’t feel lonely. I felt no pain. I was at peace, like a baby in a cradle.”
Checking herself into rehab, Jen hopes to get her life back on track; but when she receives an urgent message from her brother calling her back to Cornwall, she awakens to find herself drugged and hanging in the darkness from a lighthouse, battered by a thunderstorm and with no memory of how she got there. Barely escaping with her life, Jen is forced to question whether she has relapsed and returned to her reckless ways, or whether someone is using her weaknesses against her…
"I smiled. There was another side to pond life. It wasn’t all ruled by ‘eat or be eaten’ and ‘survival of the fittest’. Compassion and camaraderie got a look in too. How pleasing was that?"
"A book that sits on a shelf is nothing but a bundle of paper. Unless it is opened, a book possessing great power or an epic story is a mere scrap of paper. But a book that has been cherished and loved, filled with human thoughts, has been endowed with a soul."
"Maybe it isn't the specific thing that happens to you that's important, but instead just having anything happen to you."
"…he realised that there are probably as many villains as heroes, wherever you look. And a very fine line between the two."
"Memory has a way of growing things, of improving them. The hardships get harder, the good times get better and the whole damn arc of life takes on a mystic glow that only memory can give it."
"Calliope had never had a relationship that lasted longer than a month. It wasn't a hard and fast rule; it was just that she never seemed to stick around long enough to entertain the notion of permanence. Tox though..."
"He had no idea who they were or why they were after him. He no longer had access to classified intelligence, so they couldn't want information. But a long list of people wanted him dead. After 10 years in the game: to be expected. He'd worry about that later. Right now, he needed to end the threat to fifteen people without any of them getting hurt."
"I wish I knew more about this gift. The dangers. The limitations. As much as I want to keep it concealed, it’s hard not being able to talk about it with anyone. This power is as dangerous as it is incredible, but there’s no one to guide me.”