“
I don’t want the void. I don’t want fantasies. I want some- thing real—not another fragment of truth to puzzle over . . . .
”
― Wild Animus
― Wild Animus
“
A twenty-five-cent word sprang unbidden into my mind: “noctilucent.” The word described the glow of a cat’s eyes at night, but it also seemed right for the woman in the photograph. She was a moonbeam turned flesh, pale with white-blond hair and wide-set light green eyes. Beautiful was not an appropriate word; she looked otherworldly. She looked impossible.
”
― Magic for Liars
― Magic for Liars
