Sublime

It’s made him careless, coming back from the dead. He’d never have walked blithely across a moor in the old days. Suicide. He’s used to being pampered now, cars and helicopters and warm beds whenever he’s above ground. He’s forgotten the basics.

ribald

he wasn’t yet able to see Josie separately from the other humans, some of whom had angered him very much on account of their Pollution and inconsideration, and

The two-way twit-twoo of tawny owls.

like to toy with human thought like boys toy with beetles.

The worthy investment, the millions spent building a trophic Eden, it is simply another grand scheme that he can choose to dismantle again, if he so wishes. There is a bigger, more exciting game – testing beyond the cage, wolves in the real world. You godly fuck, she thinks, you absolute maniac, this is what you wanted all along.

The boy thinks: Something slow and purposeful wants to turn every human building into soil.

She didn’t find him unpleasant, but her heart was like ashes from which the flame of love could no longer be lit.