Mara stared into it, shifting and tilting her head at various angles until her features caught the light. There she was, clear as a bell—just like an animated Mrs. Butterworth’s pancake syrup bottle, except she wasn’t as brown. She was transparent, not invisible, just like Ping had said. She gave...
Sunday mornings were usually quiet down here, particularly during the fall and winter months when the air was chilly and the skies were gray. Diana leaned forward over the steering wheel and looked left to the Oregon City Municipal Elevator and then to the right to the on-ramp of the Oregon City ...
She spent the afternoon napping in her room, while her mother took Hannah out shopping. Now Mara sat, still a little bleary-eyed, in the passenger seat of her mother’s Ford Edge on their way over to Ned Pastor’s place to pick up the duplicate Chronicle he had fabricated. As Mara shifted in her se...