“As we walked, I began to wonder what the opposite of molting was and why, unlike the body, which sheds everything, the soul cannot let go but compiles and accumulates, growing annual rings around the things it wants and dreams and remembers”
In this gripping thriller, a protagonist finds themselves entangled in a web of deceit as they uncover a dangerous conspiracy involving false identities and espionage. more
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
“By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.”
“Overhead was a sky blacker than jewlers' velvet, and a billion stars screamed down.”