The Watchmaker of Filigree Street (Watchmaker of Filigree Street, #1)

by Natasha Pulley

I’m tired, I get things confused when – you’ve heard me do it before. I answer the wrong question, I answer the one that you were going to ask, and not the one that you did.’ ‘What are you saying?’ ‘I’m – I remember what’s possible, and then forget what becomes impossible,’ he said without moving. ‘You’ve just watched me do it. You forgot to buy the music, so I’ve forgotten how to play it. You were about to tell me about the hotel,’ he repeated. ‘You must have been.’ Thaniel didn’t let his hand drop. ‘What do you mean, remember?’ ‘I mean not seeing or knowing or deducing.’ ‘What’s possible.’ Mori’s shoulder twitched and though he didn’t look back, it was plain that he could not forget the steep stairs behind him. Thaniel didn’t let him move. ‘Past,’ Mori said, tracing a line in the air with his fingertip, ‘what has been and is. Future.’ He opened his hand to show many lines. ‘What’s possible.’