Earthflown Quotes

“Corinna had been looking forward to this murder for weeks - she wasn't there for the last one.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“There were generally two kinds of stories: the ones you chased and the ones that chased you.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Certainty wasn't worth the doubt. Probably.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Where there’s love, there will be vice;
Where there’s greed, there is a price.
Sow them desperate and afraid,
You’ll find there’s profit to be made”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“If virtue must be discarded on the altar of happiness, then so be it.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“You know, I'm boring when I'm tired. And I'm always tired.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“If gentle fretting could be bottled, this would be its scent: skin-warmed oak and bergamot.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“How could one articulate the sensation of a wound knitting together?
The itch and the pain were merely symptoms of the process.
It was like describing respiration: instinctive, necessary, controllable to a point.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“The Langleys and the Ardens enjoyed a symbiosis that came naturally to parasites sharing a common host - the public purse.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“It's a ballet. Dancing is a euphemism for everything.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Unfathomable: pouring money into the things destined to wilt.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“How reassuring. A discount hitman.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“When my pager rings, someone is literally dying. When your phone rings, someone's already dead and it can wait until morning.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Ethan bore little resemblance to his dad, but they defaulted to identical 'you're an idiot but I'm too tired to bother' expressions.
Ian had been wearing his for the last half hour.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Maddy squished herself between Jav and the back of the couch.
"You seem happy. I bet it's because I'm home."
"Good bet," said Jav, chest tight with fondness.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Ten seconds later, the shower chimed, hissing.
Ethan stepped in, closing his eyes against the mist.
He imagined the heat washing off the stains beneath his eyes and the man's grip from his arms. He tried inhaling slowly but dissolved into coughs, lungs stuttering in memory of another struggling chest.
The echo left him weak kneed.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“London had never been sunny; certainly not below Level 10.
It was scalding bright now, saturated with sound and dust. Wind scraped the spine, a nail through the sole, rough enough to sand enamel from teeth.
It was a relief to get home.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“There's something in the water. Something in the air. Something healers can't fix.
One day, there would be nothing left except water, bone and plastic.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“I want to see if Jav's okay with it, like he keeps saying he is. See if he'll stay."
"No," said Vegas, years' worth of patience wrapped in one syllable. "You want to see if he'll leave.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Javier contrasted monotony like a hailstorm in sunshine. His presence warped the passage of time, minutes unevenly spaced between contentment and the heady fondness of being so wanted.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Ethan subscribed to the The-Other-Shoe-Dropping theory in the Nothing-Good-Ever-Lasts school of thought.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Your gaydar's shit."
"My gaydar is perfectly profitable, thank you."
Ethan made jazz-hands at Javier, who looked like he very much wanted to know where Ethan rated him out of ten.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Ollie slowly began assembling his taco. Javier did the same without rolling up his white sleeves.
Untrustworthy behaviour.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Sorry, you caught me by surprise. Ethan doesn't have friends.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Have you tried turning him on and off again?" asked Ethan.
"Not in public," Vegas grinned.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Hey you." Ollie sank his fingers into her hair. Vegas tasted of stale coffee and well-loved habits.
"Sorry I'm late."
"You haven't missed much. Oi, Ollie's here!"
"Damn," called Ethan. "I mean, hi.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Sorry, I didn't check the forecast. This flier isn't the most stable."
Ethan patted the upholstery. "Don't listen to him, it's not your fault that you were build for speed and not a hurricane.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“The seatbelt was cutting into Ethan's collarbone. He let go of Javier's neck to depress the catch. Javier caught his wrist.
"The car will get angry if you do that."
"The car--" Ethan burst out laughing.
You're too sweet for anyone's health.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Oh, I thought you were pouting but there's a speck of -- here, let me--"
Ethan yanked Javier in by the lapel and kissed him.
There was a thud as Javier dropped his phone and it slid into the footwell.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown

“Javier's response was lost as Ethan stared, speechless, between the water feature in the foyer and the two-storied aquarium in the living room beyond.
The glass curved along the staircase, seamless and defying physics. It cast an ever-shifting lattice of refracted light on the couches below, shadows lapping like waves against the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite end of the room.”
― Frances Wren, Earthflown