On the Edge of Daylight: A Novel of the Titanic

by Giselle Beaumont

The ocean was a volatile creature, unrestrained and oftentimes ruthless.

extraordinary woodwork, committing every detail to memory: the dazzling airiness of the domed ceiling, the carved pineapple finials sweeping up from the posts, and finally, the bronze cherub perched at the base of the staircase, hoisting an illuminated torch to the sky. She could already imagine these steps spilling with hundreds of first-class passengers come Wednesday, the men in their fine suits and white-ties, the women in their silks and glittering jewels.

“Very well. But if you feel as if you are going to vomit, kindly check the wind and steer yourself away from me.”

In your darkest hour, it’s not about banishing fear but finding the will to carry on despite it.”

less Lightoller could control his temper. He was snarling at everyone and everything in sight.

Same, Lights, same