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"Or I could try writing a romance novel," Quentin said without thinking.
That one made Eliot laugh. Hard. "A Quentin Coldwaterian bodice ripper!" His crow's feet crinkled with a wide, brilliant smile. "Well, now, that I would read."
"No, you wouldn't."
"Oh, to be clear—my curiosity would be an entirely morbid one, like the urge to rubberneck, or watch a snuff film. A literary call of the void, if you will." He lifted more noodles high in the air and slurped them down, still grinning. "But hey, at least it'd be interesting, right?"
—A year after professional disappointment rocked his sense of purpose, acclaimed literary fiction author Quentin Coldwater finds desperate times may call for drastic measures.