“Her mother’s voice – which came as a whisper in her ear – seemed so solid, so clear in Milly’s mind, that it was like insects preserved perfectly in amber. The warmth of her mother’s breath, the whiff of the peppermints she sucked, and the light tickle of her hair – all perfectly encapsulated in her cerebrum. And so as the girl blossomed into a teenager, she had by now learnt to live with this condition, and soon came to appreciate the specialness of it. Even dead, her mother would always be there. With her.” DeathMotherLossGriefFamilyDyingDaughterMemoryCerebrum Book:The Ingenious and the Colour of Life Source: The Ingenious and the Colour of Life
“Tai stumbled back, and sat, stunned, on the ground next to the dead man. There was an acrid bitterness in his mouth, and he spat it out into the river. It was as if he had tasted death itself, and it sickened him.” MindDeathMemoriesDyingPowersSickened Book:The Ingenious and the Colour of Life Source: The Ingenious and the Colour of Life