THE WISH LIST - EOIN COLFER

The Wish List - Pg 166

   The boys were flaked out on the bank, blowing smoke into the blue night, or firing stones into the middle of the river. I settled in with the bunch raking a handful of pebbles from the riverbank. It seems tame enough these days, with all the entertainment young people have. But to us, sitting on a riverbank, with rock and roll music floating across from the city, and no work to do--it was the height of luxury.

The Wish List - Pg 110

   An ethereal ray of white light exploded from the point of lip contact. It bathed the pores of every man, woman, and spirit in the studio. Of course nobody realized that. They just knew that for a single moment everything was better in the world.

The Wish List - Pg 97

   TV soundstages look different in real life. Smaller for a start. And on television you don't see the edges. It was as though some giant had taken a bite out of a suburban house, and then, realizing the decor was horrendous, spat it out in Donnybrook.

The Wish List - Pg 70

   But Lowrie was far too immersed to be distracted by smart aleckry. His memories floated out of him. Wafting in luscious shades from his face and painting vague shapes in the air.

The Wish List - Pg 12

   The tunnel was so huge as to appear boundless. The illusion was shattered by rings of blue light that pulsated along its length like the heartbeat of some fantastic creature. Other dots floated in the slightly liquid air. Meg realized these motes were, in fact, people.
   People floating in a tunnel? Hadn't she heard something about that before? Something about a tunnel and a light.
   So, Meg Finn told herself: I'm dead.