Extract from The Somnambulist by Jonathan Barnes
Instead he turned to Moon and said: 'You're not a man accustomed to failure.'
'True.'
'You're used to solving crimes after an hour or two in the Stacks, to unravelling riddles from your armchair, to coming up with vital insights in the arms of some misshapen girl at Puggsleys'.
Moon sounded almost afraid. 'How do you know about this?'
Cribb shrugged. 'You told me. Or rather you will.'