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546 pages, Hardcover
First published April 15, 2014
If there was one thing I was certain of with Darla and a technical problem, it was that she wasn't bringing me just the problem. She would have a solution in mind, and it would be something that required my help, or she would have already done it.
I didn't want to bury them. I wanted to burn it all, burn even the memory of this scene from my mind, burn the spoiled, greasy taste from my mouth, burn time itself if I could. burn away this world in which the best answer, the only answer, was sometimes to kill.
I cursed the Internet in the most inventive terms I knew -- by killing the telephone book and map business, it hadn't done us any favors.
We sat on the roof, our good arms wrapped around each other, watching the sunrise. The gray turned to a low line of deep red rising from the horizon, and then streaks of pink shot from the line, and it transformed, bursting into yellows and violets and oranges and greens and even, wonder of wonders, a patch of pure blue sky. It was the most spectacular sunrise I had ever seen. The first sunrise of the rest of our lives.