It was not the sense that something had been there. It was the sense that something was still there, palpable but not visible. A sense (and now he thought he was really losing his mind) that the forest was grieving, or that something in it was dying…a feeling, if he had to name it, that evil had been there.
pp. 24, 26 - Waking Hours: Book 1 in East Salem Trilogy with Pete Nelson (Thomas Nelson)