I Am the Cheese

In the back of Adam Farmer's mind he always knew there was something not quite right about his family. It was more than just the fact that his Dad seemed to be stoically going through the motions, or that his sad-eyed mother spent most of her time in her room. Somewhere in the recesses of Adam's memory he recalled a frantic journey in the middle of the night, hurried like criminals onto a bus, staring out the windows at some dark, malevolent thing none of them could see. Then one day Adam d...