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The air was eerily still as he stood in front of the entryway. Warmth emanated from the obscurity. After a few more minutes of contemplation, he made up his mind; he dropped the rucksack and rested it against a boulder. Lighting his lantern, he proceeded into the mysterious grotto.

- From Chapter 6, Iceland, 1896

The comment was meant to sting and she was successful. As I slammed the door, I saw her crank up the radio. Without even looking back at me, she put the car in gear and sped off. I could see her wipers rifling rainwater away from her windshield. I should’ve known it wasn’t going to work.

- From Chapter 7, Oklahoma

The air was eerily still as he stood in front of the entryway. Warmth emanated from the obscurity. After a few more minutes of contemplation, he made up his mind; he dropped the rucksack and rested it against a boulder. Lighting his lantern, he proceeded into the mysterious grotto.

- From Chapter 6, Iceland, 1896

“Driggs Decker,” he said in a thick Texan accent, “but some call me DD, as in Designated Driller.” He laughed, showing his large teeth. “Thanks for the grass last week—that was just what this old dog needed. And man, oh man, that was some good shit.”


-From Chapter 8, Progreso, Mexico, five months ago

“Isabel,” I finally responded, “I really don’t know how to explain this, but I assure you—I’m not in trouble with the police. However, I might’ve gotten myself tangled into something that I shouldn’t have, and quite honestly . . .” I hesitated and looked straight ahead again. Fighting my own doubt, I added under my breath, “But yes—I could be in trouble.”

- From Chapter 5, Oklahoma

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