“You didn’t want to go back?” Charley asked. “There is no back!” Beth-Moriarty snapped. It was the first trace of anger I had seen on the mild face. “There’s nothing. We’re not summoned from anywhere. We’re created, of pure thought and idea, from the words on a page. When we’re dismissed, we’re destroyed. We go nowhere. I had just been called into existence. I was not going to be destroyed.”
