“If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn’t it. The faces of my tormentors were no angels—they were hell’s minions and I’d stepped into their purgatory.”
“It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.”
“Now it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.”
“The light at the end of the tunnel is another train heading straight for you.”
“In the dark, dank world of the Tunnels, I would call upon this memory. And there would be a flicker of candlelight. If only for a moment. I closed my eyes, as if my eyelids were the levers of a printing press, etching the fibers into my mind. Memories were outside Cole’s reach. As long as I held them, memories were mine and mine alone.”
“He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.”