Excerpt: "Your sign has spent a lifetime perfecting the art of emotional containment: the controlled exterior, the penetrating gaze that sees everything while revealing nothing, the exquisite ability to sit inside an inferno and look like you are merely considering the wine list. The Full Moon is the evening the containment system discovers it has been containing something with its own agenda..."

Excerpt: "You have been conducting a masterclass in civilised withholding, and the Full Moon has enrolled as an auditor who intends to fail the entire programme. Between these two fixed, immovable lights, the Full Moon is exposing an economy you have been running with impeccable discretion..."

Excerpt: "The precise moment a colleague's phrasing shifted by half a degree and your hypervigilant nervous system logged it as existential threat, while your accommodating mouth kept offering helpful suggestions like a concierge at a hotel that is clearly on fire..."