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Category: Dan Wells

I’m on the edge, Neblin, I’m off the edge – I’m over the edge and falling into hell on the other side.”Calm down, John,’ he said. ‘We can work through this. Just tell me where you are.”I’m down in the cracks of the sidewalks,’ I said, ‘in the dirt and in the blood, and the ants are looking up and we’re damning you all, Neblin. I’m down in the cracks and I can’t get out.

blood, cracks, john-weaver, monster

Would they be cheered by their recovery, or marked for life by their trauma?

recovery, trauma

They buried him in dirt that smelled like broken batteries, and crouched in a fiberglass shed while the acid rain poured down to dissolve his flesh and bleach his bones.

acid, batteries, bones, death, dirt, flesh, partials, rain

Hello, Bradley,’ said Mom. She’d regained her composure after my outburst, and now raised her camera. ‘Stand close.”No, Mom,’ I said. ‘No pictures.”But you’re friend’s here now,’ she said, waving us together. ‘Smile!”I don’t need a picture with-‘ the flash snapped ‘-another guy. That’s great, Mom, thank you. Send that one to Dad and tell him we’re going steady.

dance, hilarious, humor, john-cleaver, mom, pictures

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

enemy, fragements, friend, page-300, truth

If my life had no meaning there was no reason not to end it.

life, meaning-of-life

Humanity will destroy itself, body and soul, before it will learn a simple lesson.

destruction, humanity, lessons

The books in the library were old, rotted, and there was no one left in the world to read them, but Kira made sure that none of them went into the fire. It seemed wrong.

books, dan-wells, fire, library, partials

Most fires crackle and pop, but that’s not really the fire talking, it’s the wood. To hear the fire itself you need a huge blaze like this one, a furnace so powerful it roars with its own wind. I crouched as close as I dared and listened to its voice, a whispered howl of joy and rage.

bonfire, fire, pyromania, serial-killer, sociopath

In my biology class, we’d talked about the definition of life: to be classified as a living creature, a thing needs to eat, breathe, reproduce, and grow. Dogs do, rocks don’t, trees do, plastic doesn’t. Fire, by that definition, is vibrantly alive. It eats everything from wood to flesh, excreting the waste as ash, and it breathes air just like a human, taking in oxygen and emitting carbon. Fire grows, and as it spreads, it creates new fires that spread out and make new fires of their own. Fire drinks gasoline and excretes cinders, it fights for territory, it loves and hates. Sometimes when I watch people trudging through their daily routines, I think that fire is more alive than we are–brighter, hotter, more sure of itself and where it wants to go. Fire doesn’t settle; fire doesn’t tolerate; fire doesn’t ‘ge

fire, pyro, pyromania, pyromaniac

To us he’s like… like scenery, in the background of our lives, but for him, he’s the main character. He has a life and a job and a whole story. He’s a real person. And to him, we’re the background scenery.

Isolde took a swig. “It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. Your government just gave you two months to get knocked up.” She held up the bottle, her face dull and red. “Cheers.” “You better get your fill of the booze now, then,” said Xochi. “You’ll be drinking for two pretty soon.

drinking-alcohol, dystopian, humorous-quotes