I can’t imagine it now, but I must’ve been innocent at some time in my life. A baby don’t just get itself born bad, do it? - Charles de Lint

Every big city like this is really two worlds. You could say it’s divided up between the haves and the have-nots, but it’s not that simple. It’s more like some people are citizens of the day and others of the night. Someone like me belongs to the night. Not because I’m bad, but because I’m invisible. People don’t know I exist.

They’d met three years ago at a record launch party when Hilary had made a pass at her. Once they got past the fact that Zoe preferred men and wasn’t planning on changing that preference, they discovered that they had far too much in common not to be good friends.

Just stories. You and me, everybody, we’re a set of stories, and what those stories are is what makes us what we are.