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365 pages, Hardcover
First published April 27, 2005
Of course Laura went to sleep in Nown's arms and didn't wake until his gait changed. He was stepping from boulder to boulder along a beach heaped with stones ranging from fist-sized to elephantine. 'I think I'll stay where I am for now,' Laura said, and tightened her arms around his neck. 'Don't drop me.' She knew he wouldn't, only said it to savour how safe she felt.
Sandy flushed, clenched his jaw and crossed his legs. Laura had picked up his hand and was playing with the soft flesh between his thumb and finger - childish and intimate. Sandy was having trouble with this, and Chorley saw, at last, that the young man was in love with Laura, not just drawn and possessive. Sandy was trying to control his desire, and having trouble with it. Chorley could see that the young man too thought that Laura wasn't ready for things to go any further between them. She was in danger of getting in too deep too young, not because Sandy was older and infatuated with her, but because of her own behaviour. Something - Chorley could not imagine what - seemed to have stripped away all the normal caution she should have about just touching another person, any other person. The attention she was lavishing on Sandy's hand was playful but intense. She stroked and pressed his hand as if in search of a secret mechanism that would make it open up, or turn into something other than itself.
"A boy baiting hooks on a line wound out from a boat in the sea below the mountain saw the train, its windows reflecting the setting sun in long and short flashes as though transmitting a message as it turned and slowed into the spiral."