"Compared to his living accommodations for the last five years, his plush, scarlet upholstered seat in the first-class compartment felt cozy and quite luxurious. Watching the lush green countryside blur by the window soothed him and cleared the cobwebs from his head."
"On this day we made landfall at the Island which has no name and is not marked on any map."
"Some days, like people, were assholes. For Agent Rachel Ward, the eighteenth of May was the biggest asshole of them all."
"Another year of my life . . . wasted. All that work. All that time I’d devoted when I could have been doing something else. Something more productive."
"After what felt like many minutes of walking, I stopped. I thought of calling out to Captain Jane or the first-folk man or anyone at all but could not make my lips move."
"Last of all, the calloused finger that should one day have worn a wedding ring slipped and lost its grip. All contact with reality lost, she plunged to the earth below."
"Her words froze in her throat at the sound she would recognize anywhere—her uncle’s laughter echoing through the room."
"Only faraway were there sounds—probably miles off, at the freeway—but they were as significant as shushes from a seashell."
"Isaiah was meeting Dodson at the Coffee Cup, a neighborhood institution stuck between a dry cleaners and a Mexican market. He was nervous about it. They were going to talk about partnering up, the conversation long overdue. "
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