“But even more than I wanted to check out and give my emotional wounds time to scab over, I wanted to live.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“Darla had been doing something by the fire. Now she returned and began stripping the blanket off me. I grabbed it before she could… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“When I was eleven or twelve, we had this real old guy as a Sunday school teacher. Mom said he'd been in some war:… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“The bookcase was filled with computer games, history books, and sci-fi novels in about equal proportions. Odd reading choices, maybe, but I just thought… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“A night spent spooning with your girlfriend isn't nearly so exciting when your uncle is curled up against your other side.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I used to think that teachers who gave homework on weekends should be forced to grade papers for an eternity in hell.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“That whiff of smoke was enough to transform my sithere-trembling terror into get-the-hell-out-of-here terror.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“Condoms instantly shot to the number-one position on my mental list of must-find survival supplies, far ahead of food, water, and a way across… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I was glad nobody had noticed.I might have been offended if my uncle had punched me in the shoulder and said something inane like,… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“The few trees still upright were stripped of their branches, lonely flagpoles without a nation to claim them.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I hate to disappoint, but I just lay there, curled in a ball, shaking in pure terror.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“Then, we waited. Waited for the noise to end. Waited for the house to fall on our heads. Waited for something, anything to change.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“The next few hours were, well, how to describe it? Ask someone to lock you in a box with no light, nobody to talk… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“I'd never heard any noise quite so welcome as the click that a shotgun made when it wasn't killing me.” — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
“But unlike thunder, this didn’t stop. It went on and on, machine-gun style, as if Zeus had loaded his bolts into an M60 with… — Mike Mullin Copy Share Image
