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“He could feel it anyway, and that meant all of it was real.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“Fucking hell, where would Callum even start? All of it, the whole story, life and death and everything, it was shaken up inside him like some depraved martini, all these things, these sentiments and feelings. He wanted a drink, but not the way he’d wanted one last year, like trying to drown it all and find some silence.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“To Gideon, time felt especially theoretical. Like something he would always chase and never really have. He wished he could say that the feeling was a portent, that it was knowledge of significance, but it was something terrible, something worse. Dread. Hope. Two sides of the same desperation. Belief that if a moment was perfect, it was surely undeserved; it wasn’t meant to last. Cosmic significance dictated that light would fade; that something gold could never stay.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex

“God’s asleep in the next bed, Tristan. She’s wearing an eye mask and ear plugs because apparently I snore.”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Complex