Those trains and their grieving sounds were lost forever between stations, not remembering where they had been, not guessing where they might go, exhaling their last pale breaths over the horizon, gone. So it was with all trains, ever.

Chapter 12

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Mr. Dark nodded, pleased. “What’s your name, boy?”
Don’t tell him! thought Will, and stopped. Why not? he wondered, why?
Jim’s lips hardly twitched.
“Simon,” he said.
He smiled to show it was a lie.
Mr. Dark smiled to show he knew it.

Evil has only the power that we give it.

Chapter 52

Too late, I found you can’t wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up again with everybody else.

That’s friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of the other.

Dad’s voice was a midnight school, teaching deep fathom hours, and the subject was life.