“You die." Thad's voice was heavy; the fire was gone. "It's like everyone has a personal window of time that the gateway to Nil stays open for them. It's always one year. Exactly three hundred sixty-five days. If you miss… — Lynne Matson Copy Share Image
“The bright blue sky remained cloudless, and the aquamarine ocean still crashed gently onto the white sand beach, but the scene was suddenly warped.… — Lynne Matson Copy Share Image
“You die." Thad's voice was heavy; the fire was gone. "It's like everyone has a personal window of time that the gateway to Nil… — Lynne Matson Copy Share Image
“I curled into a ball under the thin covers, trying to get warm. Despite the moonlight, darkness crept in, cold and complete, like the… — Lynne Matson Copy Share Image
“Of course I'd hallucinate a zebra. Why couldn't I dream up Robert Pattinson or, better yet, a river of Gatorade?” — Lynne Matson Copy Share Image
