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The Circle Series takes place in the same universe as several other Dekker novels, and makes several references to them. Originally, Green was called " The Beginning and the End ," and was meant to be both the first and the last book of the series, causing an infinite loop in the timeline. Many fans were confused and spoke out about this, so Dekker wrote a new ending to Green called " The Last Stand " which brought a level of closure to the series. It can be found in the 4-in-1 collector's edition, The Circle. Ted Dekker also released the original trilogy as graphic novels in They were written by Matthew Hansen and Bob Strachan.
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After earning a bachelor's degree in history from Cornell University, Fukuda went on to work as a criminal prosecutor in New York City. He now writes full time. Except me. You go extinct. Eleven years ago, one was discovered in my school.
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A kindergarten student, on her first day. She was devoured almost immediately. What was she thinking? The teacher announced nap time, and the little tyke was left standing alone on the floor clutching her teddy bear as her classmates leaped feetfirst toward the ceiling.
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At that point, it was over for her. She might as well have taken out her fake fangs and prostrated herself for the inevitable feasting. Her classmates stared down wide-eyed from above: Hello, what have we here? She started to cry, they tell me, bawl her eyes out. The teacher was the first to get to her. Although you can still get caught by surprise. He was only making a point, of course, but that point near did me in. Because sweat is a dead giveaway.
Sweat is what happens when we get hot; water droplets leak out like a baby drooling. I know, gross. Everyone else remains cool, clean, dry. So forget about cross-country, forget about tennis, forget about even competitive chess. But swimming is fine, because it hides the sweat.
Never smile or laugh or giggle, never cry or get teary-eyed. Never forget to apply butter liberally all over your body when venturing out in the daytime. So many other rules, enough to fill a notebook, not that I ever felt inclined to write them down. Besides, my father reminded me of the rules every day.
Because you must always remember that your looks are a curse, not a blessing. Never forget that. Except one. When I first started taking the horse-drawn school bus, my father forbade me from looking back at him to wave good-bye. Because people never do that.
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That was a hard rule for me, initially. For the first few nights of school, as I stepped onto the bus, it took everything in me to freeze myself, to not look back and wave good-bye. It was like a reflex, an insuppressible cough. I was just a kid back then, too, which made it doubly hard. I broke that rule only one time, seven years ago. Sweat poured down his face, staining his shirt.
You could see he already knew. A frenzied look in his eyes, panic running up his arms as he gripped me tight. Minutes later, when he started to shiver, his face shockingly cold to the touch, he stood up. He rushed out the door into the dawn light. I stuffed my face into the pillow and screamed and screamed.
I knew what he was doing at that very moment: running, as far away from the house before he transformed and the rays of sunlight became like waterfalls of acid burning through his hair, his muscles, his bones, his kidney, lungs, heart. The driveway was empty in the dark birth of night. My father was not there. Not then or ever again.