The Passage (The Passage, #1)

by Justin Cronin

What were the living dead, Wolgast thought, but a metaphor for the misbegotten march of middle age?

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She thought she’d hate it, this huge, faceless city far from home, but the opposite was true: she felt nothing but relief. The heedless sprawl of Denver, its chaotic snarl of subdivisions and freeways; the openness of the high plains and the indifferent mountains; the way people talked to each other, easily, without pretense, and the fact that nearly everyone was from somewhere else: exiles, like her.