I just want to get it over with—have Tina’s family judge my immune song to be lacking and declare that we don’t have a future together. Because that’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it? I swirl my wine, coming close to an embarrassing spill on the Ryans’ pristine polar-hair sofa...
Colin had a white birthmark on his blonde hair and one on his blonde lashes. Blindingly white and full of bones, he looked more like a towering birch than a teenage boy. “You want to know how white I am?” He whispered over the book stacks...
“Do you know how many species of post-arboreal bipeds we have on the conservation list?” the vaguely froglike creature asked. It was the size of a rhinoceros and using its tongue to manipulate a three-dimensional holographic listing of species and their home systems. “Not offhand, no,” Megan said...
“I smelled Jennifer last night, while I slept,” Richard said, staring at the white ceiling. The doctor nodded and wrote on his pad. “And what did she smell like?” Richard closed his eyes. “Her favourite perfume. Plums and roses and the faintest hint of musk. It smelled so real.”...
