“You know what I hate about flashlights?” Thomas asks, and I watch his beam move around the room, revealing sudden bird faces and shifting wings, then nothing but cobweb-covered boards.”They always make you think about the stuff you’re not seeing. The stuff that’s still in the dark.”

“You know what I hate about flashlights?” Thomas asks, and I watch his beam move around the room, revealing sudden bird faces and shifting wings, then nothing but cobweb-covered boards.”They always make you think about the stuff you’re not seeing. The stuff that’s still in the dark.”

— Kendare Blake