‘I hurl myself over the iron railings…tear myself free, slide down the steep lip of the reservoir and land scratched and winded and panting just short of the water.’
‘Follow me,’ she said and stepped onto the track. ‘And keep off the live third rail if you don’t want to die.’
‘I get a sliver of vision along the grey platform…..the base of red columns, something rectangular made of galvanised steel, shiny as a mirror..’
Winter Rising launch day
‘The just man walketh in his integrity.
I look up into the face of an angel. Her blind eyes stare downwards. Dark stains spread across the steps of her plinth…’
Winter Rising Chap 19