The Passenger: Cosmic Horror Guide

I push away at the last moment with all my might.

• Overwhelming strength is your best asset.

I let it think I’ve died, then I attack while it feeds.

• You’re a Trickster.

I dodge and slither away; even this hurt, I’m faster than it is.

• You possess an almost uncanny speed.

This whole place is horrid. I’m out of here.

This place is a nightmare, but I should wait until I’m sure I can survive leaving the casket.

Instead of taking off, I’ll try to make contact with this creature.

Instead of taking off, I’ll make sure this creature feels as miserable as I am feeling.

I won’t heal faster stressing over my lack of energy.

Right now the only thing that matters is healing and escaping this place.

I try to mimic its grin.

I glare. I don’t like it sitting so close to me.

I hit it when it least expects it.

I watch its every move. This is a trap.

Scaring larvae is very beneath me.

I’ll raise pandemonium.

I told them I didn’t know why I did that to myself.

I said I knew why I did it, but I kept the answer vague. They didn’t need to know about my goals.

I acted polite and answered their questions—I even made a couple of them laugh.

I stared at them in silence. If they prodded too much, I would cover my casket’s ears and scream.

I killed Livvy’s dad. It wasn’t my intention, but I did it.

It’s not a big deal; humans have really short lifespans anyway.

That wasn’t my plan. Then again, I seldom plan ahead.

That happened because I got careless. This isn’t how I do things.

Free ice cream!

How kind of her, almost too kind…

Yes, I happen to be quite popular.

Not really. That’s not my sort of thing.

I ran to the bulletin board and picked the first activity my eyes fell on.

After some consideration, I chose swimming.

I didn’t pick anything—the teacher signed me up.

There’s no way I’m losing this race.

Deep breaths. I can’t let setbacks affect me this way.

I clench my fists and remind myself the goal is still there, and I’m still moving toward it.

I ask what’s on her mind.

I don’t like this. Maybe if I keep quiet, she’ll decide to drop it.

I’ll keep quiet so she can gather her thoughts.

I hope she isn’t trying to reach out to me. I find all this mushiness tiring.

Hermits aren’t the best communicators out there…

Talking doesn’t solve all problems.

That’s what happens when desires run amok. I prefer to go with the flow to avoid that.

The clanspeople didn’t have a backup plan? No wonder these guys fooled them so easily.

The prospect of infinite wishes making everyone go mad with power? Shocker.

Those men lacked discipline, someone to crush the quarreling in a moment.

The best idea is to get in there with a quick attack. That moment of surprise is the difference between winning or losing a battle.

The best way to approach a fight is to wait for your moment. Let them get tired fencing the others, then attack.

“Moral of the story: crystal cauldrons make for terrible kitchen utensils.”

“They destroyed everything and then faced their God’s wrath.”

“The hermit was killed because of senseless, petty people.”

I shrug. Humans being humans—what’s new?

{Brother/Sister/Sibling}. The word makes me a little uncomfortable, but I smile at her.

{Brother/Sister/Sibling}. If only she knew. I smile at her, enjoying my private joke.