“Good,” said Paelen said,”because we have a big problem. Nirads are back in Olympus.”

“What?” Her feelings of peace ended with that one word: Nirads.

–Olympus At War

When it looked at her, instead of the normal glazed expression and desire to kill, it really seemed to see her.

–Olympus At War

It wasn’t the wildflower-splashed hills, the sky blue lupines, or the fragrant purple sage. It was the wet, plopping sound when lead met flesh.

The kill.

–The Forbidden Game

God, this was the exciting part, the gooood part. Breath held, he raised the rifle, centered the crosshairs. Got ready to gently squeeze the trigger.

–The Forbidden Game

A strange feeling has growing in Gordie. It had developed so slowly he hadn’t even noticed when it started, and it was like nothing she ever felt before-at least awake. A…rabbit feeling. Like what a rabbit might feel when it freezes, crouched down, with the hunter’s eyes on it. Like what a squirrel might feel when it sees something big creeping closer.

A…watched feeling.

The skin on the back of his neck began to crawl.

–The Forbidden Game

Pittsburgh at 6:56 A.M. was cool. Breezy. The sky was a blue that early morning skies in southern California seldom aspired to. In Vista Grande, where Jenny lived, May skies were usualy the color of wet concrete until it got hot enough to break the clouds up.

-The Forbidden Game