Vess Incorporated had simply dug them out of one hole and buried them in another
Their consciousness was rudimentary.
The opulence of Bedford Square and the British Museum may be only a few hundred yards away, but New Oxford Street runs between there and here like a river too wide to swim, and you are on the wrong si...
One of Lucy's admirers took to her, apparently.Took to her? echoes William, his own feelings for Sugar causing him to construe the phrase benignly.Yes, said Bodley With her own riding crop.Beat her ve...
Anyway, Peter continued. I got the most welcome. These people are desperate to learn about God!Well, ain’t that a lick on the dick, said BG.
Ach,’ she says. ‘There ain’t nuffink in this world but men and women, is there? So you got to care about ’em, ain’t you, else what you got to care about?
A simple fuck is one thing, but let a man sleep with you just once and he thinks he can bring his dog and his pigeons.
Protective of his gleaming domain, beavering away in it alone like an obsessed scientist in a humid and luridly lit laboratory.
A child’s disquiet is as potent as a damp fart.
William pouts irritably. Socialism is not the same thing as letting one’s servants muddle towards anarchy. But never mind, never mind: on a day like today, it’s not worth worrying over. Soon the serva...
Uh-huh.’ ‘And even inside this car, assuming you could have a car, or some sort of vehicle, in this natural world, pulled by horses I suppose . . . It would be pitch black. And very cold, too, on a wi...
This is a street where the weaker souls crawl into bed as soon as the sun sets and lie awake listening to the rats.
Sugar leans her chin against the knuckles of the hand that holds the pen. Glistening on the page between her silk-shrouded elbows lies an unfinished sentence. The heroine of her novel has just slashed...
So much for yesterday. Today, Sophie’s formal education must begin. Dressing the lamb before the kill, as Mrs Castaway once put it, when Sugar dared to ask what, exactly, education is.
She sings on and on, while the house is discreetly dusted all around her and, in the concealed and subterranean kitchen, a naked duck, limp and faintly steaming, spreads its pimpled legs on a draining...
Only the other day, Robbie had gone to a terrible disco in Alness, hoping it would transform his life in some way.
It’s not a colony, another of the USIC interviewers said, with an edge to her voice. It’s a community. We do not use the word colony.
He only wished he’d had the chance to explain more fully how prayer worked. That it wasn’t a matter of asking for things and being accepted or rejected, it was a matter of adding one’s energy—insignif...
He cupped his testicles in his hands, and, with his wrists, pressed his penis hard against his belly until the semen came.
Belief was a place that people didn’t leave until they absolutely must.