The Twelve (The Passage, #2)

by Justin Cronin

dozing storehouse of biological stalactites,

Another thing: God seemed to be a woman.

“The first thing to say is that I’m not here. That’s official. Unofficially, I will tell you that I am here to seek your help on a matter of crucial importance. You have been the subject of much discussion, and I am relying on your discretion. No one is to know about our conversation. Is that clear?”

“You want to know how to kill them?” The man nodded, slack-jawed. “Look them in the eye.”