I'll do it, Todd," I whisper. "I'll come with you." And he doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand harder and brings it up to his face like he wants to breathe me in.

Except I didn't say eff

A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.