“Look, I’m dreadfully sorry to
disturb you, but it’s gone a quarter to seven.”
A quarter to seven. Six forty-five a.m.
As far as the first ten hours
of each day were concerned, David was a convinced agnostic; he was prepared to
accept that they might exist, in some form, in a dark and neglected corner of
space-time, but he had so little personal experience of them that he didn’t
feel justified in forming a coherent opinion of the matter. “Really?” he groaned.
(from Falling Sideways
by Tom Holt)
8*/10. The
full review is here.
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