Instead, it had slipped into her subconscious, and worked its way beneath her skin. - - Christopher Golden

It seemed like every month that went by, every day older, life became more complicated. The rule for growing up seemed to be that no choice, no decision worth making was without some cost.

Strangewood was never silent. It was never supposed to be. There was such life and color in the wood and in the creatures who lived there that silence would be tantamount to death. It was very silent in Strangewood.

A girl looking for emotion could starve in L.A.