it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.

Nature was tough, it could be dangerous, but unlike Dr. Cable or shay, or peris-unlike people in general-it made sense. The problems it threw at you could be solved rationally.

I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.

It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

Hard work's a good distraction.

Tally, do you ever suffer from sudden flashes of anger or euphoria, countersocial impulses, or feelings of superiority?

it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.