But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the pas… - Robert Galbraith

it was weird. Would you believe it if some supermodel called you up and told you she was your sister?’

Strike thought of his own bizarre family history.

‘Probably,’ he said.

. . . she'd seen a flicker of something in his face that wasn't mere friendship, and they'd hugged, and she'd felt . . .

Best not to dwell on that hug, on how like home it had felt, on how a kind of insanity had gripped her at that moment, and she'd imagined him saying 'come with me' and known she'd have gone if he had.

Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.