Extraits

Khurja’s streets were flooded with people meandering to and from the bazaar. It made Colton feel as if he stood in the middle of a cyclone of sound, surrounded by chatter and yelling and bartering. As the only person with white skin, eyes naturally went to him, and he had to fight the urge to run into the nearest building.

What if someone knew what he was?

“Don’t worry,” said Prema. “You look very human. It’s just that you also look British.”

“I am British.”

Snowflakes fell in lazy spirals through the dim evening light and collected on Cassie’s hair. The street was quiet except for the crunch and squeak of snow beneath her boots, and she could hear her own breathing, a strangely intimate noise that made her feel as if she were the only living thing on earth.