Disappearance at Devil's Rock

Kate feels the cold again and starts feeling heavy, like it’s all too much, and she wants to lie down on the grass, let things keep on growing around her.

Allison can’t get over his size, or lack of size. Everything about him is small and young, especially his face; gaunt, all dark eyes, smooth skin without a hint of the transformation to come. That he’s poised to be an eighth grader is, frankly, shocking. His middle school experience must be similar to the smallest gazelle on the Serengeti.