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

“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?”

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

“Har. Bloody. Har.”

“Har. Bloody. Har."He smiles. "Oh, I see. Known me less than a day and teasing me about my accent. What's next? Care to discuss the state of my hair? My height? My trousers?"Trousers. Honestly.”

“This is for everyone who has ever looked at the stars, or gazed from atop a hill, or across the sea and wondered...”