There is a tender spot on the back of my scalp and splinters in my palms and a throb in my neck. But for now, I am safe. The cabbages underneath me are smooth stones; the tarp overhead is a tent to keep out trouble. Time blurs. My early wake-up this morning blends with all the tension and action ...
Dahlia shrieked. They’d had a narrow escape earlier, when the ghosterminator had whipped out his Spectrometer and started yammering on about ghosts in this very room! Mrs. Tibbs had whisked her away so fast that she’d actually left a body part or two fully behind her. By the time she’d pulled her...
She lines up the map, charts the quickest way up the mountain, then sets off at a brisk pace. It seems like just a few minutes ago that she and Todd were tearing along this same route, the worm’s crushing din behind them, and Ana again suppresses a pang over her missing companions. Once she leave...