"The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses it turning." Prologue, pg 3

"And that would have been a disaster so immense that this weary old earth, owned or not to its fiery core, would have trembled on its axis like a beetle on a pin." Chapter 1, pg 8

"I was having that dream again, the good one where we're all in heaven and never heard of Treegap." Chapter 2, pg 9

"It'd be better if I could be like you, out in the open and making up my own mind." Chapter 3, pg 15

"For, through the twilight sounds of crickets and sighing trees, a faint, surprising wisp of music came floating to them and all three turned toward it, toward the wood." Chapter 4, pg 20

"There was a clearing directly in front...