Kindle Notes & Highlights
actinic
entoptics
intagliated
diaphanous
capuchin
“Truculence
perspex
the shark-collagen tunnels
The garden had been landscaped with paths, rockeries, knolls, trellises and goldfish ponds, the effect being of a rustic maze, so that it always took a minute or so to find Lascaille.
teeconax
ragas.
shakuhachi;
acrostic
solipsism.
foetally
seigneurial
capuchin
meteorological verisimilitude.
paternoster
arboreta,
postilion,
escritoires
trelliswork
“It looks too big to fit inside!” “Oh, this is nothing.
balustrade
“Behold the wedding gun,” the Ordinator said,
divorce viruses.
wasp-waist
cachet
senescence
ameliorate
“Damn right I don’t. And I’d try and stop you whether I did or not.” “Not if you grasped the facts, Khouri. You’d actually be urging me on.” “Then it’s your fault for not telling me.”
“Don’t do this, Khouri. You don’t know what’s at stake…” “Then clue me in, bitch.
chameleoflaged
lexicostatistic
jalousies,
salubrious,
integument,
“The human capacity for grief. It just isn’t capable of providing an adequate emotional response once the dead exceed a few dozen in number. And it doesn’t just level off—it just gives up, resets itself to zero. Admit it. None of us feels a damn about these people.”
integument
I demand that you acknowledge me, bitch.
There isn’t time for this bickering.” “I don’t know,” Sylveste said. “Five hours—seems like more than enough to me.
In the right light, when she’s not standing too far away, I can just about recognise my wife.”
vouchsafed
disputatiously.
escritoire,
fascia.

