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“Her back hit a tree, and she froze, not taking her eyes off those two monsters. And then a third one slipped in under the branches beside her, its breath hot against the side of her neck. She turned her head slowly, so slowly, the smell of rotting eggs and moist, rich soil filling her nostrils. And as the jaws of the monster opened wide—impossibly, hopelessly wide—she had a sudden image flash through her mind: her mom pulling into Emily’s driveway, going up to the door, ringing the bell, finding her gone. How she’d worry when Carly never returned home.”
― Heidi Lang, Reckoning