It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.

...seeing the way his trousers clung to those most English parts.

Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

Every danger loses some of its terror once its causes are understood.

What your mind sees when you close your eyes marks the entrance to an endless universe: your imagination.

It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.