There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.

I have a very low tolerance for boredom and often think I would have missed out on books entirely if Id grown up in the Internet and video game age. Now I enjoy books for people of all ages, including children.

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.

Time for the world to end.