Introduction to “Thy Neighbor” Nancy Holder is a friend of mine and deserves the title, Queen of the Dark YA. I’m never disappointed in the stories she conjures for me. “Thy Neighbor,” is essentially why I became interested in witchcraft in the first place: Knowledge really i...
Her throat closed and her overtaxed lungs screamed for air. She halted, panting a little while she surveyed the thing. Nature had been busy. It was hard to tell now exactly what sort of critter had decided to die on this stretch of Oregon beach. Seal probably. It was losing shape and starting to ...
Like he had something to prove. The air was cool on my face, the sky a hazy lavender with the onset of dusk. The planet Vanga itself loomed over the horizon, a dull gray oval, like a giant smudge that nobody could wipe away. The mansion was high in the hills of Trenton, high enough that I was bre...
It wasn’t a bad joke. It was how he asked to come into my private doublewide trailer up in the woods in Oregon. It seems that when Stan teleported, he couldn’t just drop in outside and then use the door to actually knock on. But he was a God, and my boss, so I supposed he could do just about anyt...
His long eyelashes, starry with melted snowflakes, fluttered with appreciation as he chewed. Holland, drifting behind Madeleine, gave a pale chuckle. “Nice manners. Such a big horse.” Madeleine sighed. “Go away, Holland.” “Leave you alone out here?” “I am alone out here.” She lifted her head, and...