Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.
Hello,” Newel said. “Look, Doren, we have visitors. Kendra, Seth, and … Muriel’s weirdo puppet.”….Newel grabbed Seth’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Congratulations. You just found yourself a secret entrance.” “So seriously,” Doren said. “What’s with the puppet?
You look tired,” Rachel told Jason. “I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time.” “Can’t you?” Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. “I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel.” “I probably could today,” Jason conceded.
Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field.
And you came back to Lyrian?” Galloran said in disbelief. “Believe it or not, I came through the same hippopotamus that brought me here the first time. Jumped into the tank on purpose.
I would read a book, okay, are you happy?” You had best be careful, Seth,” Grandma warned. “The love of reading can be contagious.” I just lost my appetite,” he declared.
I wanted to keep others from wasting their time pursuing the Word. And I couldn’t ditch Rachel.” Galloran smiled. “Truly, you are possessed by that species of madness that begets heroism.
Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra’s death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.
Seth heard the rocking horse clattering down the staircase, the twang of bowstrings, and the overlapping beat of several other projectiles thudding against the door. “That was awesome,” Seth told Kendra. “You’re psychotic,” Kendra replied.
