Here is the boy, drowning.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

She looks at me. She does. She.

...That it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?" ~pg 423

...and I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains.

That's what I want as a reader - I want to be confident that the book will do its job.