"There in the ruined hotel in Goodbye, Idaho, on his third day all alone, during the midst of his evening inspections, 10-year-old Dewey Addison was tiptoeing around the fourth floor when he passed an open doorway and thought he saw something move."
“A ghostly light from the street lamp lay in a long shaft from one window to the door. Gabriel threw his overcoat and hat on a couch and crossed the room towards the window. He looked down into the street in order that his emotion might calm a little.”
“The long promenade of La Croisette winds in a curve along the edge of the blue water. Yonder, to the right, Esterel juts out into the sea in the distance, obstructing the view and shutting out the horizon with its pretty southern outline of pointed summits, numerous and fantastic.”
