The Warning (Animorphs #16)

by K.A. Applegate

You never really get past the fear. Fear eats a little hole in you, like rust in the fender of a car. You fill the hole up with putty and sand it smooth and paint it over so no one else can see it. But it’s never really as good as new.

The stars came out and man, I hated them. They weren’t beautiful, they were deadly. It was from the stars that all my problems had come.