EVERNEATH Thanksgiving Teaser Game, as Played by the Pilgrims of Yore

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I thought it would be fun to play a traditional game. I have it on good authority* that this game was played at the very first Thanksgiving, as a way to break the ice between the Pilgrims and Native Americans. 

It goes like this:

You (blog reader) pick a number between 1 and 374. You (yes, you) leave it in the comments of this blog post. 

I will turn to the corresponding page in EVERNEATH and choose my favorite quote from that page, and add that quote to this post. Making this post a giant post of EVERNEATH TEASERS. 

Some caveats (which are like cravats, but tied differently):

1. I will do as many as I can. But it is the day before Thanksgiving, so I might not get to them all. Or any.

2. If I do your number, you have to leave a comment and tell me what you think of the quote. :)

I also know that since it's the day before Thanksgiving, there's a good chance no one will actually read this post, and hence no one will pick a number. If that is the case, I am talking to myself right now. 

Hey, Bro. What's up?

Nothing, Imagination. What's up with you?

Okay, ready to play? On your mark... get set... GO!!!!!!

*The good authority was my revisionist history professor


pg. 281 (a particularly hot page. Random? I think not):

Cole: "We shared a heart, Nik." He touched his finger to my heart. "Your heart is in me now."

pg. 99 (there was also a great one about a heart, but since we touched on that for the first one...):

Cole: "I had to see what the big deal was. You Returned for this guy, but I have to admit, watching the two of you together... I'm just not seeing it."

pg. 127:

"What is this?" Jack asked, his lip twitching.
"A tea cozy."
"Of course. 

pg. 374 (no spoilers!):

Oops. There is nothing on 374. The book ends on pg. 370. Hee hee. Pick again!

pg: 198

I took a deep breath. "That kiss felt different?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Good different?"
He paused. "Yeah."

pg. 1 (opening line)

I was picturing his face - a boy with floppy brown hair and brown eyes - when the Feed ended. 

pg. 18:

Even in this room, electric morsels of energy reached me, triggering my hunger, reminding me of where I'd been and how much of my own energy had been stolen. 

pg. 268:

"She never had a chance to tell anyone." Mrs. Jenkins gestured to the jar on the mantelpiece. "The current queen found her. Those are her ashes."

I could feel the blood drain from my face. "The queen burned her?"

pg: 169:

Will swung his head around to face me. "They expected me to wear pants!" He sprayed the last word across my face, and I gagged at his foul breath. "Like, all the time... It was so hot."

pg: 19
Now I knew what really happened when emotions were gone Cole bought himself another hundred years of life by draining me, and in the abyss left over there was no peace. 

Robin's request for TIEFU:

He leaned forward and said, "Tell me, friend. Is there more for us?"

I looked down at my feet. "There's everything for us."

pg. 117:

"Cheer up, Nik. You can help me splash some shirts." Cole released a breath of air on my face, and suddenly I was overwhelmed with a strange feeling of loss. 

pg: 353

"I hope you didn't come here to ask for my help. You know I have no power over the balance of the Everneath." Cole glanced at Jack. "Sorry, bro. Even with your biceps, we can't fight the force of nature."

Pg. 222:

"Enough, Becks. This is what friends do. Before we got together, we were friends, remember? The friendship is still there, isn't it?"
I didn't say anything for a moment. It was so much more than friendship on my side.  

Pg. 7:
I landed with a thwump on a surface that was cold and hard, the side of my face smashed against what looked like industrial tile floor. I could smell ammonia, and it was so strong it made my eyes water. 
Where am I?

Pg. 55:

I realized I was leaning against the stall door, my hand over my heart as if I could hold it in. Even if he did tell her he loved her, he was here with me. That meant everything, right?

pg. 96:
The following day, Jack and I were sitting alone in Mrs. Stone's classroom, working, when Cole made good on his promise. A boy, maybe a year older than me, showed up in the doorway. 

pg. 123:

Jack didn't come to Mrs. Stone's room for an entire week. He didn't try to speak to me during class. By lunchtime on the fourth day, I found myself going a little crazy. 

pg. 311:

What if the Tunnels were coming for me no matter what? 
Jack looked like he was about to ask me what was wrong, so I brought his face to mine again.