Too bad we don't have marshmallows. This is an amazing fire." Howard emerged through the smoke behind Edilio.
No, I love watching autopsies of disgusting mutant monsters
Ninth graders with machine guns: its hard to make that a happy story.
He's one kind of person, you're another. When life is going along normally, you're sort of the same. But when life turns strange and scary, when there's a crisis, suddenly you're completely different people.
She was scared. Scared of dying.
Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.