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470 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2008
Her hand was starting to tremble, and Rafik could sense the layers of darkness descending on her mind. Quickly he reached out, removed the warm goblet from her fingers, and silently touched a finger to his daughter's wide forehead. Her eyes brightened.Sappy purple prose
"She must choose," he said. "A fork in the road. One path to life. One path to death."
It wasn't hard to imagine him soaring through the blue sky, eyes bright with joy, mouth shouting insults to the silent clouds to his heart's content. But she didn't ask him the obvious question, made no attempt to search out the why and the how. Instead, she laid her cheek on his shoulder. They rode like that in silence and she could feel the thread between them spinning tighter, drawing them together til she wasn't sure where she ended and he began.Heroine is more plot device than person Sofia doesn't really have a lot of defining traits. She just does what she does.
"It looks to me," she said thoughtfully, "as though the machines are working the women rather than the other way around."Fire-and-brimstone-type priest
"That is Stalin's intention. No people, just machines that do what they're told."
"Mikhail!" Sofia hissed sharply, glancing towards the door. In a low whisper, she warned. "Don't talk so." Her eyes met his. "Please."
"Sofia," he said gently, "until you came into my life I was incapable of loving anyone. I didn't trust anyone I despised myself and believed that others would despise me too, so I was wary in relationships. I went through all the motions but nothing more. "Love interest saves main character all the time