Fear (Gone, #5)

by Michael Grant

Her old nightgown. Sam kept it with him, in his bed.

Well, they didn’t tell me that. In fact, what they told me was that my husband, the father of my two little boys, was the only person killed.” Darius sat up, tilting his head, and leaned in. “The fallout?” “No, the actual impact. He never suffered. Never even knew what was coming. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Fear is the mind-killer,’” Lana said, reciting from memory. “‘Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I . . .’ I can’t remember the rest. From a book I read a long time ago.” To almost no one’s surprise, Astrid said, “Dune, by Frank Herbert. ‘I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.’”