“Only six? Mon Dieu!’ Cleo ceased her pacing and whirled around to face the two Trackers, eyes narrowed, hands on hips. ‘I suppose this is all rather exciting for the two of you, non?’ Cleo’s usually melodic French accent was growing sharper and sharper in pitch with every word. ‘You…’—she nodded at Moss—‘finally get to see some action! And you…’—she turned her attention to Julian, hazel eyes narrowed—‘I know you loathed Iceland, and poof! here you are, back with your buddy, enjoying the sunshine!’ Julian and Moss exchanged exasperated glances. ‘Meanwhile, all of my hard work is going to waste. Do you know how difficult it is to manipulate a person’s lifeline? Hmm? To set up every single tiny decision and event so that they get to their death at the right time? And so that they die in exactly the right way?’ She glanced from one boy to the other as if daring them to contradict her. ‘There’s a reason we assign natural deaths and accidents to certain people and murders to others! This girl was supposed to die in an accident—now the lifelines of everyone around her have changed. Everything is out of balance.' She threw her hands up. 'Again!” MossCleoJulian Book:Out of the Shadows Source: Out of the Shadows
“Julian looked at her sharply, his grey eyes like steel knives cutting through to the bone. ‘Do you think I do not know what it is to mourn a loved one? Do you think in a hundred and fifty years I’ve not lost anybody close to me?” JulianSachi Book:Out of the Shadows Source: Out of the Shadows
“For so long she'd wanted to touch this work of art that was this boy, this too beautiful to be real creation, and now her hands were refusing to be patient.” JulianSachi Book:Out of the Shadows Source: Out of the Shadows