“The islands are dropped words, outstripping thought. Like splattered chapters. Heading in every direction.”
Something lurks right underneath the surface, in the nameless gap between passion and reason.
“Someone had gone to a hell of a lot of trouble just for me… They really needn’t have bothered.”
“From 1861 until the end of the war in 1865, clandestine activities in Montreal closely resembled what occurred in places such as spy-riddled Casablanca, Lisbon or Geneva during the Second World War.”
“Zora’s eyes gleamed like burning coals. For the first time since the beginning of their night ride, Tero was convinced she was not altogether sane.”
“We’ll meet back here,” he decided on an impulse. “Same day, same time, ten years from now. Ten. Cross your heart, hope to die.”