The Devil's Work Quotes

“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“falling apart, clanking and crashing inside her skull – but she was unable to drag herself out from beneath the sheets.”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“As she put her PJs on, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror in the corner, her eye drawn to her tattoo. It had been there so long now that she barely noticed it, like a picture that’s been hanging in a hallway too long. Actually, that wasn’t quite true. The truth was that she didn’t want to look at it, because of the memories it brought back. She had considered laser treatment but decided against it, and not because of the pain and cost. The tattoo would remain, a permanent reminder of what she’d lost.”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“would come today, that there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was hope, pray, that today’s treatment would be psychological. A test. Questions. I can’t face anything else, not today. Not the hose.”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“I’m Cassandra Said,’ said the younger woman who sat beside Tracey, whose eyes had already returned to her screen, fingers fluttering across her keyboard. Cassandra was strikingly pretty with huge dark eyes and caramel skin. She stood and shook Sophie’s hand with a feathery grip. ‘But call me Cassie. I’ve been so looking forward to you starting. Since what happened—”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“the sound of footsteps. I knew he would come today, that there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was hope, pray, that today’s treatment would be psychological. A test. Questions. I can’t face anything else, not today. Not the hose.”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“then another, through the door and into the damp, frigid air of the basement. ‘Take off your robe,’ he tells me. I try to protest but he picks up the belt so I undress as slowly as possible, clinging to every scrap of warmth until I’m naked, shivering, strapped into the chair. He wheels the metal trolley over, cursing the wheel that has recently started to squeak.”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“But that wasn’t the case, was it? Sophie emailed Simon as soon as she got back to her desk, asking if they could meet”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work

“made her think more about the app disaster,”
― Mark Edwards, The Devil's Work