“My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned
with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to
the sun.”

“Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.”

“Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?”

“If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.”

“Bibliotropic," Hugh said. "Like sunflowers are heliotropic, they naturally turn towards the sun. We naturally turn towards the bookshop.”

“Do you see it?
Do you see that sunflower, raising its head
Glaring at the sun?
Its head almost eclipses the sun
Yet even when there is no sun
Its head still glows.”

“I turned and faced the Olympians.
"We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.”

“Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.”

“My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.”

“I turned and bumped my head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.”