• What boy my age didn’t dream of fleeing the well-tended lawn and lamp-lit street for the untamed wilderness, where grand adventure awaited on the other side of the horizon, where the stars burned undimmed in the velvet sky above his head and the virgin ground lay untrodden beneath his feet?

    Rick Yancey (2010). “The Monstrumologist: Curse of the Wendigo”, p.41, Simon and Schuster