We’re going back to his place.This breaks about ten of the rules I set for myself before agreeing to this whole “innocent hanging out” thing with Clayton Watts.My hands are sweating.My mouth has gone so dry, I’m sucking on my tongue.I can barely put one foot in front of the other without threaten...
She’s hired the resident band of Trenton from the sound of it, as there’s drumming and guitar-playing and what I take to be “singing” coming from within the house. A number of Undead are spread across the porch and on the gravel in front, chatting and screaming and acting like drunken fools.The r...
Juston should’ve responded by now, but ever since they lost communication, their whole mission has been frozen in place. “Just wait,” Arrow tells her, twisting knobs and punching code into his computer. “Silence doesn’t mean failure. There’s a million and one ways to lose communication.”“Okay,” s...
My stomach’s doing cartwheels in the grass and my lips keep twisting into a smile that hasn’t gone away all weekend. I don’t care if he’s deaf. He didn’t hear my song? No big deal. He felt it. I could see it in his eyes, which burned black with hunger, with need, with dang...
Wrapped in a soft blanket with a cup of warm tea in my hands, I sit next to John, and across from Marianne and a trembling Connor Easton, the four of us in utter silence as the craft gently carries us over the ocean. Mari wouldn’t touch the food they offered us, even refusing the tea, which is he...
I snap at him, annoyed.The other starts to laugh now, another boy with a mess of sandy hair to his neck. He says, “You’re dead.”“Mostly.”“My mommy said the dead should be buried and stay buried.”“Your mommy’s smart,” I say bitterly, staring at their feet.The black-haired boy chimes in. “My mommy ...