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‘Alice follows the music. It’s a brittle strand of notes amid the city’s crowded symphony, and she moves with cautious attire, afraid that one wrong turn will cut the cord, seen the melody skittering away…’ p282

“We are rose that grew in midnight soil,” he says, eyes bright as candles now. “Our thorns are sharp enough to prick. We are watered by life, and with its bounty, our roots grow deep, our blooms unmarred by age. In fact, for us, time fortifies, renders us more noble. We are not monster, no mean thing. We are nature’s finest flower.” p149