“The room fell away as his eyes focused on the motions of his hand. His mind was still and quiet, and he was solitary inside as he moved to his right hand and began the dance again.
The world stopped as he retreated into his head, and he let the beast out of its cage on a thick, heavy chain. It roared under the surface of his skin, his control on it always paper thin. It bulged and strained against him, pacing and watching. Waiting.”
– Staci Hart, Deer in Headlights