Acclaimed as “extraordinarily moving,” and “imaginatively constructed,” this debut novel (now out in paperback) is available at bookstores, libraries, and online
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They call us revenants, those who return.
Music drifts down from Sylvie’s window and I linger until it comes to an end.
Will runs to get his camera, and when he returns, the bird is in the kitchen, hopping about on his papers.
As soon as he saw the No Dogs sign, which barred him from all the city’s most inviting patches of grass, Coco heaved a deep sigh and flopped down on the pavement outside as Sylvie went in through the gate.
A low portcullis bars the water; jagged sculptures lacerate the sky. No exit, say these iron spikes; no hope, say these concrete walls.
Encrusted with two hundred thousand beads of light, a narrow corridor leads to the tomb of the unknown deportee . . .
. . . a visionary architect seized the opportunity to create the catacombs, a subterranean metropolis as grand as anything above ground, and when the overcrowded Cemetery of the Innocents disgorged its rotting contents, a hollow city was ready for the restless skeletons.
. . . the city lies spread out at my feet, a symphony of spires and domes and towers.
Reluctantly I turn away from her window and make my solitary way to the river.
The cathedral across the tip of the island floats like an ark over dark waters. That its towers still rise towards the sky is a miracle.