“A dark SUV slipped through the fog and came to a stop. It was quiet. Almost silent.”

“He brought the Glock up to shoulder height. He had one up the snout giving him fourteen rounds of influence.”

“When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.”

“They think we’re intelligent. So, Marco, keep quiet. We don’t want them to learn the truth.” Rachel”

“Hope is a thing made only for people, a scrap to hold ontoin darkness and in light”

“Very quietly, James slipped out of bed and shrugged into his bathrobe. The stone floor was cool under his feet as he stood and listened, tilting his head. He turned slowly, and as he looked toward the door, the figure there moved. He hadn’t seen it appear, it was simply there, floating, where a moment before there had been darkness. James startled and backed into his bed, almost falling backwards onto it. Then he recognized the ghostly shape. It was the same wispy, white figure he’d seen chase the interloper off the school grounds, the ghostly shape that had come to look like a young man as it came back to the castle. In the darkness of the doorway, the figure seemed much brighter than it had appeared in the morning sunlight. It was wispy and shifting, with only the barest suggestion of its human shape. It spoke again without moving.”

“I remember something my mamaused to say on dark days:If you can talk, you can sing.If you can walk, you can dance.Ganwar, I whisper,what if she never comes?”