Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?'
'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.'
'The city still has working phone booths?'
'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.
... That was were the real people were found, hiding behind their black spots.
Kate MortonIt's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?
Kate MortonLife could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.
Kate Morton... people who'd led dull and blameless lives did not give thanks for second chances.
Kate MortonIt's the past. Thoughts and dreams, hopes and hurts, all brewed together, fermenting slowly in the fusty air, unable ever to dissipate completely.
Kate MortonDoors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.
Kate Mortonthere was a pessimism in his soul, a darkness in his outlook, that always left her somehow more aware of hard edges than she had been before.
Kate MortonOver the course of weeks, taking great care never to revel her inward state of flux, Percy had evaluated her situation, observing her feelings from all angles before finally reaching the conclusion that she was, quite clearly, several shades of crazy.
Kate MortonFree as a bird' was the expression, and yet they weren't free at all, not as far as Saffy could tell: they were bound to one another by their habits, their seasonal needs, their biology, their nature, their birth. No freer than anyone else. Still, they knew the exhilaration of flight.
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