"When he married, when he bought the nasty little apartment out in Ferhatpaşa and realised that he had shamed Ayşe before her family though she would never say, that she would sleep in a gecekondu if his arm were her pillow, he heard the heavens tear almost every night. He was a junior trader, an order filler, always running, never a moment away from the indices to make sure, to check he hadn’t made a fatal flaw that could run up the side of the Levent Tower and shatter it into dust. He can’t remember when he last heard that shriek, but he knows he will tonight."
Ian McDonald, The Dervish House
Ian McDonald, The Dervish House
