As Roran watched, the man's arms, neck, and chest shriveled, and his bones appeared in sharp relief-from the bowlike curve of his collarbones to the hollow saddle of his hips, where his stomach hung like an empty waterskin. His lips puckered and drew back farther than they were intended to over his yellow teeth, baring them in a grisly snarl, while his eyeballs deflated as if they were engorged ticks being squished empty of blood, and the surrounding flesh sank inward.

When life is a horror....Don't look like a ghost!

Nothing Makes Me Feel Happier Than Seeing A Child Smile From Happiness.

The Harvester was the rustling of autumn leaves, there one minute, gone the next.

Love is always worth the risks, even when, especially when, it scares you.

This book's like black holes. It really engulfes you whole.