Цитаты из книги Lost Souls

So what if they are? Does that mean they can just roll into town, fuck up my life, then go off and party some more? I was fucking up my life just fine on my own. I didn't need them.

wanting to trust Ghost but not quite able.

His eyes were no longer blank; they shone with the glaze of alcohol and unhealthy resolve.

She had bled so much that the sheet and the mattress could not absorb it all;

The twins shared a microphone now, giving it head, taunting the crowd with their erotic narcissism. their ripe lips nearly touched.

They had left Ashley a dry husk, a skeleton bound together by withered skin,

They clutched each other with their bird-boned hands and pressed their hollow cheeks together. Their hair twined together, long strands of ruby-red and yellow-white like mingling flames. Their faces echoed each other in a perfection

If anything, they were more beautiful than they had been in his dream,

This one will keep you from growing all the way up. It will preserve the child in you forever.Fruit juice and sugar-syrup.Well, mostly.

He liked the syrupy thickness of the wine, and the way the fermented, rotten-sweet flavor of the grapes melted over his tongue. It reminded him of the elixirs his grandmother had mixed for him long ago:

Most of them looked so small, so frail, ready to break like soap bubbles if you touched them. But in all those black-smudged eyes lurked a certain hardness, a wall of glass to mask their terrible vulnerability.

Their too-big jackets enveloped their fragile bones like shadow.

But here were only the same sorts of kids that haunted the Sacred Yew. More of them, sure, but with the same dark-rimmed eyes, the studded ears, the pale jewelled throats. The sweet smell of clove cigarettes was familiar, and their smoke swirling through blue light.

Ghost had vaguely expected more glitter, more jazz. Revellers in spangled cat's-eye masks, maybe, shaking confetti from their hair.

With courtesy exaggerated to the point of great sarcasm,

Ghost rummaged through his pockets. Things sifted out—leaves, rose petals, everything but money.

"Um—maybe we ought to walk down to that big cafe and get some coffee first.""Yeah, us and a million tourists.

It made him nervous and thirsty.

The stairs were dark, but the two faces seemed lit by an unhealthy glow from within.

She might be catnapping in that lovely twilight lull