“Phoebe lay rigid, staring into the darkness. It was often like this; she would go to sleep and then after an hour or two would start awake from a nightmare not a single detail of which had stayed with her.” — Benjamin Black Copy Share Image
“The door suddenly jerks open. A wide-eyed teenager bursts out. She stares at me in dazed horror. In a strange way, I both know and don’t know what has just happened. As the fragments begin to converge, they convey a… — Peter A. Levine Copy Share Image
