"When the two discovered the old chauffeur laid on his belly in a copse of trees a year ago, they knew the man was in trouble, quite possibly even dead, and yet they simply turned away from him and did not utter a word to anyone about what they’d seen until the chauffeur’s nephew, a boy no older than twelve who worked in the Allertons’ stables, interrupted their breakfast with screams that he’d found his uncle dead in the woods."
"Though she didn’t remember it at all, Kate couldn’t deny that she was staring, horrified, at a video of herself."
"She’s big on anticipating your opponent. So what do you do when your opponent is the next day?"
"To be lost in the woods is to be lost in time, she thought, and wondered if she’d just thought it or if she’d heard it somewhere before. It was true anyway, because the time of trees was so much slower than the time of people; a moment in the real world might be a month in the forest."
"If the colonel would pace, take out a folder, arrest warrants, a pistol, anything, Sienna would feel better, in the presence of a fellow human. Instead, only this icicle voice."
"There were twenty of them, huddled together in a truck that Lars Hansen used to transport vegetables from the farm to the market in Copenhagen."
"I banked my soul on a gay Hollywood romance—a fiction I never found."
" In the bedroom that Ralph grew up in, there’s a galaxy of glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling"
"If I’d been told in advance about the blood sacrifice, I would have made up an excuse not to attend the bachelorette party."
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