I remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.

The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon. My father told me they were completely harmless. I don't believe him. Nothing is completely harmless.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn't be acted out." "Cole's thoughts on page 248 of Linger.

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.

I don't know if I'd want to be comforted, if I'm being honest. If I'm being forced to eat soot, I want to know that somewhere else in the world, someone else has to eat soot as well. I want to know that soot tastes terrible. I don't want to be told that soot's good for the digestion. And of course, by soot, I mean beans.

Teenagers want to be able to fight for what's right - but finding out what's right is now 90 percent of the battle.