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His Fateful Heap of Days (More Heat Than the Sun, #8) His Fateful Heap of Days by John Wiltshire
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“Ben kissed deeply into his neck at the same time as he tipped over the edge into sleep, and Nikolas plunged after him, unwilling, even in this, to be left alone and in a conscious world where Ben wasn’t present.”
John Wiltshire, His Fateful Heap of Days
“he was once more the indestructible master of the universe he had always known himself to be.”
John Wiltshire, His Fateful Heap of Days
“Not talked ’bout, see. Keep the Hengist business going for the grockles…sell ’ems a few postcards. Can’t do nuffin else with no post office, buses, not even that internet thingymajib, can us? Even after all this time—keep things close.”
John Wiltshire, His Fateful Heap of Days
“That he couldn’t actually put shoes on and was once again wearing his slippers seemed to negate his enthusiasm somewhat.”
John Wiltshire, His Fateful Heap of Days
“The last time he’d worn it had been to accompany Nikolas to the opening of a new art gallery in Exeter. He’d rather stolen the attention from the slightly mundane paintings. PB hadn’t been invited—neither Radulf nor Nikolas did scenes.”
John Wiltshire, His Fateful Heap of Days
“What we have here, min skat, exists solely because of the two of us. I told you that we burn; well the radiance of that great conflagration is like a shield banishing darkness. This little bubble of perfection into which we’ve brought these few select people is the perfect world I tried but failed to create when I was a child. So ask me if I think it was an earthquake, and for once I’ll tell you what I really think. I see the manifestation of evil growing across the whole world, Ben. The lights of our civilisation are going out one by one, and we will be extinguished, engulfed by what is coming. Except here, under our shield, in the light of our fire.” He turned Ben’s hand over and stroked across the creases. “We hold the whole world in the palm of our hands.” He folded Ben’s fingers into a fist. “And we are mighty.”
John Wiltshire, His Fateful Heap of Days