He tossed off Sammy suns at a run as he and Caine made their way to the beach, and then along the beach until they were hidden from view beneath the cliffs

The ocean had a faint, very faint phosphorescence that seemed almost bright. It could be seen not as particular waves or even ripples, but as a fuzzy mass that was only dark as opposed to utterly black.

"Here," Sam said, hanging a sun. He pointed at the forbid-ding wall of stone to their left. "The climb isn't too bad."

"You don't need to climb."

Sam felt himself lifted off his feet. He rose through the air with the cliff face just within reach. In the eerie light, the rock face look like the blades of broken knives.

Sam scrambled to get from Caine's grip onto solid ground. Did he dare hang a light? No. Too near the highway. He could sense-at least, he hoped he could-Clifftop off to his right. If he was where he thought he was, he could easily cross the driveway, the access road, a sand berm, and then descend at the point where the highway ran into the barrier.

Caine landed beside him.

Fear, Chapter 37