Im.’ The monosyllable was heavy with contempt. ‘’E’s a twat.’‘Is he?’‘Yeah, ’e is. Ask Kieran.’She gave the impression that she and Kieran stood together, sane, dispassionate observers of the idiots populating Lula’s world.

The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them.

He pointed a finger at the sky.'What?' said Robin, looking up into the blue haze.'If you look carefully,' said Strike, 'you might just see an asteroid passing through the house of bollocks.

Fancourt can't write women,' said Nina dismissively. 'He tries but he can't do it. His women are all temper, tits and tampons.