More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
And he is long gone by the time there are only dead men lying along the ports of Shanghai, their throats torn out and their eyes staring up at the night sky, glassy with the reflection of the moon.
Omg! Was not expecting this supernatural element to the story, what lurks in the water?! And the two gangs are from Shanghai and the other from Russia?
There was also a strange, sodden smell
Relates to the water monster? 🧐
the design was a blend of Western flamboyance with Eastern roots, and in a city of divided worlds, the women were walking metaphors.
After four years away, Juliette’s memories of the people she had left behind no longer aligned with who they had become. Nothing of her memory had withstood the test of time.
when you assume someone cannot speak English right off the bat, they tend to make fun of you.”
Shanghai was a foreign city in its own country.
Once, Roma would have been able to see right through her. But four years had gone by now. He had changed. So had she.
👀👀👀
This was her life, this was her city, these were her people, and because she loved them, she had sworn to herself a long time ago that she would do a damn good job of being who she was because she could be no one else.
pushed the blade of guilt in until he was bleeding.
Juliette had met plenty of men like him in America: men who assumed they had the right to go wherever they wished because the world had been built to favor their civilized etiquette. That sort of confidence knew no bounds.
“These days, Juliette,” he said, low and warily, “the most dangerous people are the powerful white men who feel as if they have been slighted.”
but now the temporary thing is burrowed in so deep it cannot be removed.”
Was the line between enemy and friend horizontal or vertical? Was it a great plain to lumber across or was it a high, high wall—either to be scaled or kicked down in one big blow?
amalgamation
Sometimes it was hard for Kathleen to remember that she was still her own person, not just shards of a mirror, reflecting back a thousand different personalities most fitting for the situation.
sepulchral
But could an explorer still find the north star if the whole world turned upside down?
modicum
And hope was dangerous. Hope was the most vicious evil of them all, the thing that had managed to thrive in Pandora’s box among misery, and disease, and sadness—and what could endure alongside others with such teeth if it didn’t have ghastly claws of its own?
Even the land of dreams needs to wake up sometimes.
