“Sometimes Emma Lion, strange one that she is.” “Strange!” “It’s a compliment.” “Is it?” “Yes,” he insisted evenly. “How?” I challenged. “Strange is nice.” “Is it?” I repeated. Pierce gave his head a single shake. “Strange is that unexpected moment that stays with you, that makes you think about it again. Strange is memorable, and compelling.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Strange means odd, or bizarre.” “Perhaps we have different internal dictionaries.”
