“Let’s all forsake,
The Land of Wake,
And break for the Land of Nod.
Where we can try,
To touch the sky,
Or dance beneath the sod.
A toll for the living,
A toll for the lost,
A toll for the wise ones,
Who tally the cost,
So let’s escape,
Due south of Wake,
And make for the Land of Nod.”
―
Neal Shusterman,
Thunderhead
