Like the first day of any new thing, it has been a long one, and he’s glad to see it end.
Letty had barely touched her food. Javier stared down at her through a pair of aviator sunglasses. You forgot something, she said. What’s that? My name. Who will they be expecting? Selena Kitt. S-E-L-...
Just dozens and dozens of black windows into devastation.
I’m giving you a choice, Ethan. They know nothing about the world outside of Pines. But you do. Say the word, and I’ll leave you here in this field with your family. There’s a duffel bag packed with f...
It’s one thing to be lost in a world that’s not your own. Another thing entirely to know you’ve been replaced in yours. That a better version of you has stepped into your life.
It was the continuance of things that crushed her already broken heart. The gears of the world turning on while she lived with his absence like a black tumor in her chest, the grief so potent she coul...
It was odorless, but on the tongue the overwhelming note was burn, followed by a strong citrus pucker, and a finish that was mercifully short, like the flavor had just fallen off a cliff.
It occurs to me that if I do survive, I'll carry a new revelation with me for the rest of my days: we leave this life the way we enter it–totally alone, bereft.
If you want to understand the world, you have to start by understanding—truly understanding—how we experience it.
If you look out at nature, you find that as you tend to see suspended animation, you tend to see immortality. GIST)
If you let fear take hold, if you let it own you, your life ceases to be your own.
I don’t have close friends. There are acquaintances, a brother I talk to on the phone once a year on Christmas morning. Occasional dates, but no real love life. My work’s been my life and love.
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.
But I'll tell you what I do wish. Wish we could live twice, take a different path each time. That at the end of all this, when I finished serving God in the West, I could go back to that day on the be...
Are you with them? he whispered again. With who? Abigail asked. The men in masks. There were—Get back! he yelled and Abigail saw the machine pistol shift to her father.
Are we standing in a physical location? I think it’s a manifestation of the mind as it attempts to visually explain something our brains haven’t evolved to comprehend.
There’s something ugly underneath. No dream without the nightmare.
Pounds his gloved fist against the door, counts to sixty. The latch string hasn’t been pulled in, and despite the circumstance,
Is the sound of money being made, and only 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-r...
This is best illustrated by looking up into the night sky at stars whose brilliance took fifty light-years to reach our eyes. Or five hundred. Or five billion. We’re not just looking into space, we’re...