“He thought he would easily win against the tiny rabbit.”

“This is Klara. She’s yours to do with as you will. Here.’ He gave me a small, silver handled whip. ‘You might need this to remind her of that, though”

“How can I work out where I’m going if I can’t work out where I am?”

“she looked heaven-sent – her crew of angels harnessing the clouds and skipping effortlessly through the seas.”

“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”"Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.”

“He shakes his head. His dark messy hair has a few curls in it today.It's quite breathtaking,really.If there were an Olympics competition in hair, St. Clair would totally win,hands down. Ten-point-oh.Gold medal.”

“You have a roommate.""Yeah." He sounds confused."The, um, picture on your door surprised me.""NO. No. I prefer my women with...fewer carnivorous beasts and less weaponry." He pauses and smiles. "Naked is okay. What she needs are a golden retriever and a telescope. Maybe then it would do it for me."I laugh."A squirrel and a laboratory beaker?""A bunny rabbit and a flip chart," I say."Only if the flip chart has mathematical equations on it."I fake swoon onto his bed. "Too much, too much!”