Borne (Borne, #1)

by Jeff VanderMeer

but this was always the test of our relationship. Were we symbiotic or parasitic?

Trust, though, required certain betrayals. Long before the arrival of Borne, I had searched Wick’s quarters while he was out selling his drugs. I assumed he had done the same to me, but who knew? This aspect of trust you don’t talk about with the recipient.

Incredible, how a slip could become a freefall and a freefall could become a hell where we lived on as ghosts in a haunted world.

Like most men, Wick could not help terror about one thing erupting as anger about something else. So I said nothing.

“The world is broken and I don’t know how to fix it.”

I would just do what Wick said and make the words come out of my mouth that supported Wick’s vision, because I had no vision of my own.

But I knew Borne’s memory palace was vast and deep and full of skulls.