Normally Connor would walk away from a conversation like this. His life is about tangibles: things you can see, hear and touch. God, souls, and all that has always been like a secret in a black box he couldn't see into, so it was easier just to leave it alone. Only now, he's inside the black box.
Neal ShustermanMy grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?
Neal ShustermanOn a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.
Neal Shusterman