The Stranger Times (The Stranger Times #1)

by C.K. McDonnell

‘Don’t look so scared, we all have to go sometime. I mean, not me – but you do.’

‘Most people don’t try to deal with such a situation by threatening to shoot the person involved.’ ‘Well,’ said Banecroft, ‘you were too far away to stab.

At the centre of the room, dominating the space, stood the press. It was an intimidating piece of machinery, with metal arms and pistons, rolls, and all manner of appendages protruding at seemingly random angles. It was made of iron, and in a world of apps and laptops it had a weird feel to it. As if it were the most real thing she had ever been in the presence of.

‘Well,’ said Ox, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

Oh thank goodness; in this book, one cannot assume.