“She is the darkness.”
“She had never been afraid of the dark, but then she had never known a dark like this before.”
“She stared at the dark shimmer of glass that faced the street. The Clares never pulled curtains. They were comftorable with the dark. But there was another kind of dark. The darkness of minds full of hate.”
“She sings a dark destructive song.”
“She lay in the dark and knew everything.”
“September could see it. She did not know what is was she saw. That is the disadvantage of being a heroine, rather than a narrator. She knew only that a red light glowed and went dark, glowed and went dark.”