She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.

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

The Professor gripped his axe, having pulled it, with some difficulty, from the boy's head.

Despite the horror, we survivors were endowed with a will to survive. Or instinct. Or maybe it was faith.

Bill suited the action to the word, getting up and leaning over the handlebars and pumping the pedals at a lunatic rate. Looking at Bill's back, which was amazingly broad for a boy of eleven-going-on-twelve, watching it work under the duffel coat, the shoulders slanting first one way and then the other as he shifted his weight from one pedal to the other, Richie suddenly became sure that they were invulnerable...they would live forever and ever.