“Unearthed” in Gwyllion

“But he wanted to travel the other direction. He wanted to climb into the ground, reach into the soil. His green eyes had darkened to hazel, and the same urgency, that same tunneling desire, caught hold of her like a fever. The seventh graders rollerbladed by, called them the ‘moles,’ and laughed. ”

— "Unearthed" by Emmie Christie