In Chapter Five, Melody is helping Jane demonstrate glamour.
Pulling  a fold of glamour from the ether, Melody stitched it across the bookcase with large, awkward threads. The fold was bulky and wrinkled; light careened across the gilt titles.
Early in our relationship, Rob and I were reclining on the bed in the afternoon. It was one of my favorite things to do because the sun came through and streamed across the bed. Â It was very cozy.
Rob gazed at me and said, “I love the way the light careens across your face.”
I laughed. “Careens? This makes me think of a car on two wheels, skidding around my cheekbones.”
“Well… I mean your face is very architectural.”
“This is not helping.”
Poor thing. Â It’s been a running joke between us ever since and I slipped it in as an example of a case where it might be appropriate to have careening light. When he was reading the first draft of the novel I knew when he’d gotten to that page because he laughed aloud.