She batted it away and reached for the nearest rock to weigh it down. It was her eighteenth birthday and she refused to let the sudden, cold wind ruin her good mood. The sun was bright and made the air seem almost warm. And she was out of the house. These days there was nothing she liked better. ...
I lay stretched out on top of Les, stroking a piece of my hair across his chest like a paintbrush. My suntanned arm looked so dark against his skin, which was pale all over from him rarely going outside during the day for the past several years. He kept roughly the same hours as a vampire, but he...
la ciudadThe road out of Rueville was old and uneven, the asphalt sectioned off by wide cracks. Nobody used roads like this anymore. But Gabriel had an old truck that ran on gas—the same one I’d seen from afar that day on the flats. It bounced over potholes and ridges, knocking us about as we spe...