I read this in e-version. I have a tendency to load books that I can just pick up and put down since I read on the treadmill. I got so engrossed in this one that I went long past my exercise time and I actually scheduled an extra workout day so I could finish it. That rarely happens! The book mov...
His pallor had worsened, and he leaned more of his weight on me as we regained our footing on Asgard ground. He really did look like the walking dead. Then a spike of exhilaration replaced the turmoil in my stomach. We had won! My arms stayed where they were, tight around ...
Dad yelled, and lifted his feet out of Hsissh’s way. The “all-terrain vehicle” swerved and hit a bump. For a moment, they were airborne, and Hsissh braced his achy muscles for the inevitable reunion with the ground. “George!” Mom exclaimed, using her own pet name for Dad. ...
It is warm, soft, quiet … “Other Dad.” Someone grumbles; it’s probably him. His fingers close around his duvet, and he pulls it higher over his head. “Other Dad.” He rolls over, his nose butting up against upholstered softness. Ah, yes, the couch. Wait—why is he sleeping on the couch? He doesn’t ...
said Noa as the door slammed behind her. She shivered, and not just because the Manuels seemed to have set the air conditioning too high. James grabbed her arm and pulled her back. From outside the house she heard the sound of breaking glass, and the slightest band of blue-white light peeking thr...