a wagon rattled by , creaks and clopping , stirring up the dust and the dry , tickling smell of it taunted gideon 's lungs . '' gim me that pillow , will ya ? '' he scootched himself up to lean against the wall and the quilt shifted , revealing more bandages wrapped around his middle . peter forced himself to quit gawking and handed over the pillow

everyone knew the devils were the djinns ' mistakes . where else could they have come from ? where else would anything have come from ? still snarling , fade went on , '' creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others . so it has been since the beginning . so were the devil armies forged , by one who did not dream

aidan charged out of the car , fearing the worst . '' i 've got your walking stick , tedd , '' he heard a young voice say . aidan froze on seeing todd pick up a walking stick from the street and continue walking towards the pavement as if nothing had happened . '' i do n't know what i 'd do without your help , todd , '' the old man said , waiting for his young companion to give him the stick

did you also notice how i was the last one in the door ? '' this time , it was thomas 's turn to throw in the jab . '' gee . i wonder why that was , oh swordless one . '' '' you took my sword away from me , thomas ! it 's not my fault i do n't have a
sword