"The moon slipped behind clouds, and the pall over the linoleum became uniform. Affenlight's heart galloped and seized. The phone in his pocket buzzed again. The kiss landed tenderly, toward the corner of his mouth."

"Kit”—he had sighed, a long exasperated sound—“a man‘s love is never exclusive; it is only women who truly love with their hearts. I know that, for I am both.”

Trying to get through this book; I got on a 16th century England kick after finally reading "The Other Boleyn Girl." Turns out I don't like to stay on one subject for two books in a row. :/

I pray that one day I can write a book that does for others what this book did for me.