The blue sky was just a lampshade, clipped on to the earth to shield it from the glare of the gods, beyond it was a mere roof of eternity, pricked with a few billion stars to keep it well ventilated.
Sarah Brown had for a while all the fun of being a god.

She was nowhere and she was everywhere.

She could have counted the hairs on David's head.

The world waved like a flower upon a thin purple stalk of smoke....
Her eyes began to see again.

She was aware, of the hollowed tired eyes of Richard fixed upon her.