Rage was sometimes a useful ally in the heat of a fight, but it was a trickster. It made everything seem possible.

How do you know that?" "Because,"Chong said with raised eyebrows,"when you open those things called 'books',there are words as well as pictures.Sometimes the words tell you stuff.

They held each other and wept as the night closed its fist around their tiny shelter, and the world below them seethed with killers both living and dead.

UNMARKED is both gorgeous and hideous. A frightening and disturbing tale spun with great beauty. Absolutely riveting.

That's stupid." "That's people.

It's just that I'm fifteen, and I have this crazy idea I might actually have a life in front of me. I don't see how it's going to do me much good to believe that the world is over and this is just an epilogue.

It’s easier to be a character in a story than the star of your own tragedy.