“He rolled his tongue around in his mouth and made a sour face. “Got any gum? Mints?” “No. You going to hark… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“I glanced up at the trees too. Dead. Every one of them gray and white, needles rusted, leaves shriveled at the tips… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“Dad pressed against my mind. Please, Allison. Let me, just this once, hold my son. I shouldn't. Nothing good ever came from… — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
“You told Detective Stotts you think a wild storm is coming.” “I thought you were puking.” “Not with my ears,” he said.” — Devon Monk Copy Share Image
