- “Um, I’m really sorry about your house,” she said, trying to put it back together. “I didn’t know you lived there. I was just trying to find . . .”
- Purple and black smoke curled up into the air. The witches looked like three tall, crooked, dancing trees. “You are too good, little girl,” they sneered. “You are afraid of us. But, truly, you are afraid of yourself. You are one of us.” She started to run, when suddenly . . .
- He looked back and saw his footprints, shiny and clear on the dark floor. What is that? he thought, reaching down to touch the bottom of his shoe. Blood. “Oh my god.”
- She woke up suddenly, sure she had just heard someone screaming. As she opened her eyes, she saw Earth, like a small blue marble outside the window. Then she heard someone—no, something—trying to come into her room.
- “Whoa!” he shouted. “Did you just see that?!”“Yeah,” she said. “Have you always been able to do that?” “I don’t know,” he replied. “I think it started when . . .”
- “You are not going without me.”
- It came in the mail.