The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild … - Tana French

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Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.

Tana French

The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don't trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till we follow mindlessly as rutting animals. . . . It lures us to leap off high cliffs, fling ourselves on towering waves, leaves behind everyone we love and face into thousands of miles of open water for the sake of what might be on the far shore.

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Her forehead was a maze of anxious little grooves, from a lifetime of wondering about whether everyone within range was OK.

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