"Dear diary, sighed Avram in a heavy Russian accent. At the midnight hour of a cold and tempestuous night, when I, woebegone, at last met a girl who was certain she knew me from somewhere- Ora sniffed contemptuously. Long story short, Avram continued, we examined every possibility, and after rejecting all her horrendous ideas, I came to the conclusion that perhaps it was in the future that we knew each other." Prologue, page 11

"I am happy, [Avram] thought with wonder. I want her, I want her to be mine, always, forever. His thoughts skipped, as usual, to the brink of possibilities, a lovesick dreamer: She'll be my wife, the love of my life." Prologue, page 46

"In every car sits a young boy, the first fruits, a spring festival that ends with a human sacrifice. And you? [Ora] asks herself sharply. Look at you, how neatly and calmly you...