“Kenilworth, Mountainside, Scotch Plains, Dunellen... they themselves seemed far from Jersey: names out of Waverley novels, promising vistas of castles, highland waterfalls, and meadows dotted with flocks of grazing sheep. But the signboards lied, the books had lied, the Times… — T.E.D. Klein Copy Share Image
“Devlin and I will take our chances on the run.” They rode on in silence, speeding west toward Phoenix now, a massive, distant glow on the horizon, like a city on fire.” — Blake Crouch Copy Share Image
