I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

Did I just kill someone?" "You can't kill a dead person," Callum said. "Makes no sense.

because talent alone doesn't make an artist

You've never told me about your love life, Scarlett. You're a very pretty girl. You must have a boy shacked up somewhere for your personal delights. I'd bet it's a booky one, overtones of Harry Potter and a lot of black T-shirts.

Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.

Before I take you into the beating heart of the story, let’s get one thing out of the way. I know from experience that when it comes up later, it will distract you so much that you won’t be able to concentrate on anything else I will tell you. My name is Jubilee Dougal. Take a moment and let it sink in.