Fire is loud, full of rage and chaos and destruction.

. . . I could't get lost in the story, not the way you need to be, to become somebody else.

It had been a long, dull day at Jackson without Hurrican Lena, and I was starting to wonder how I ever got through eight periods without all the trouble she caused me. Without all the trouble she made me want to cause myself.

The weather had changed, all right. Gatlin had never seen a storm like this. And she probably didn't even know it was raining.