Two things will stop them—Christmas and tragedy. He dismounts his albino steed, the horse’s pinked nostrils flaring, dirty mane matted with ice. The single-rig saddle is snow-crusted as well, its leat...
You’d like for me to show you? What do you think? All right, Ethan. All right. But I have to warn you...I’m going to ask for something in return.
Why do people marry versions of their controlling mothers? Or absent fathers? To have a shot at righting old wrongs.
What I told you is the truth. Really? You want to keep heading down that path? Because I went to the pub. Pope drummed his fingers on the tabletop. They don’t even have a female bartender on staff, an...
We’re all made of the same thing—the blown-out pieces of matter formed in the fires of dead stars.
We all live day to day completely oblivious to the face that we're a part of a much larger and stranger reality than we can possibly imagine.
This low point isn't the book of your life. It's just a chapter.
They didn’t live anymore in a world where life was to be colorful and celebrated. Life had become something you clung to, that you bit down hard on against the pain, like the rubber block in a session...
Sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to. Why? Because they’re the right things.
Since the Industrial Revolution, we’ve treated our world like it was a hotel room and we were rock stars. But we aren’t rock stars.
Shanna’s words hung in the air like a crooked painting.
Scream until the drug took her. 5 They started arriving after four o’clock in the afternoon. By five, Rachael’s disappearance was the lead story on all the local news stations, even in Tucson and Phoe...
Most astrophysicists believe that the force holding stars and galaxies together—the thing that makes our whole universe work—comes from a theoretical substance we can’t measure or observe directly. So...
Life with a cheat code isn’t life. Our existence isn’t something to be engineered or optimized for the avoidance of pain. That’s what it is to be human—the beauty and the pain, each meaningless withou...
I’ve always known, on a purely intellectual level, that our separateness and isolation are an illusion. We’re all made of the same thing—the blown-out pieces of matter formed in the fires of dead star...
I’m curious, she said. All this time, and now you contact me. I’ve followed your journalism career, subscribe to all the magazines you regularly contribute to, and I thought this . . . expedition . ....
It’ll be your loss, Ethan. Day’ll come, when he’s grown and it’s too late, that you’d give a kingdom to go back and spend a single hour with your son as a boy. To hold him. Read a book to him. Throw a...
Is there a fate worse than being halfway evil?
His hair was curly and black, and he didn’t boast the intimidating build of either Isaiah or Jerrod. But his eyes were as hard as any she’d ever met.
He described a diabolical raspberry-chocolate soufflé, but it was late,