The Mighty Red: A Novel

And so love dies, Crystal thought, pulled down to earth by the tedious weight of a partner’s habits.

Hugo watched them with the distant sympathy of a young man who knows what he’s doing is stupid only to the people who love him, therefore of no consequence.

Perhaps because if everything stopped she might have to confront the truth about herself.

The foundation was like a mouthful of broken teeth.

‘I’m not a beggar, foolish maid, I’m a god in disguise.’