The Hunger

by Alma Katsu

Unfortunately, however, these were not capable of easing the evil within.

Evil was invisible, and it was everywhere.

he might be either a romantic or idealist. From what I saw of him, I’d say he’s a little of both—which means he’s doomed to an unhappy life, I’m afraid.

“I don’t believe in monsters,” Stanton said. “Only men who behave like them.”

I am envious and wish I could join you, but I am a realist and too accustomed to the comforts of civilization to undertake such a challenge.

Life was all accounting, and at the end of it, the same tab for all.

For many people did not like the truth, it seemed—thought it was a dirty and distasteful thing, impolite and complicated. They didn’t have the patience for it—for numbers, liters, rations, portions, reasons. Many simply preferred the sweet, momentary pleasure of hearing whatever they wanted to hear.