Time is clearly not our natural dimension. Thus it is that we are never really at home in time. Alternately, we find ourselves wishing to hasten the passage of time or to hold back the dawn. We can do neither, of course, but whereas the fish is at home in water, we are clearly not at home in time--because we belong to eternity.
James Patterson
There was something I needed to say. “Sorry. About before. ” Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didn’t expect any more acknowledgment than that. Fang never- “You almost gave me a heart attack,” he said quietly. “When I saw you, and all that blood. . . ” He threw a small rock as hard as he could down the beach. “I’m sorry. ” “Don’t do it again,” he said. I swallowed hard. “I won’t. ” Something changed right then, but I didn’t know what.
