An Unseen Attraction (Sins of the Cities, #1)

by K.J. Charles

So many people needed to talk all the time, and it never worked. They chattered while Clem was concentrating on something, so he didn’t hear important things, or they distracted him from what he was doing and then he forgot to put the kettle on the fire or what have you and they got angry or, worse, laughed.

Clem was not a man you could read like a book, or if you could, the book was in an unfamiliar typeface, with no page numbers.

Ordinary birds are beautiful too, he’d said, and Rowley could only nod.

As if the world needed more people like all the people it already had.

“Slowly is very nearly my name,” Rowley assured him.

“I hope I won’t offend you if I say your father sounds like a heap of shit,” Rowley said. “And I say that as a man whose father hanged for murder.”

You always say you’re nothing special to look at, but I do think you should remember that you can’t see very well.