“I am the only one left to fight, so now I must kill you.”Sisters Red is a fairytale retelling of Red Riding Hood and is the story of two sisters; Scarlett and Rosie March and their friend Silas. Every since an Fenris/Werewolf killed the March sister’s grandma and physically scarred Scarlett seve...
If I can’t get laid, I’m going to get fat. I leave a chocolate for Dad on the dining room table; he never mentions it, but I notice it’s gone when we’re walking out the door for our second and last dance lesson together. The feeling of dread that washed over me when we arrived at the first dance ...
No one wanted to run back to their apartments, eat, and then rush back to class or work or Central Asia, so everyone was willing to muddle through whatever super-healthy and super-tasteless combination of foods the nutritionists had drummed up. After Thursday’s morning classes—during which Walter...
Saving Sophia. The way we couldn’t save Abigail from the witch. I turn to look at Samuel, who’s staring up at the sky beside me. The old drive-in is already almost engulfed in darkness; I wonder if this is around the time movies started, back when this place was open. I wish I’d been here. I wish...
I don’t know why—why do I do this to myself?” I yell to the ifrit in the park. I can’t get the scent of Aaron’s cheap cologne and the expression in Viola’s eyes out of my head, even though it’s been hours—the sun has long set into a dark night seeded with stars. I’m jealous. What’s happening to m...
Doesn’t seem very noble to help a rich man stay rich,” Ben said. Beatrix nodded in agreement. He had a point—Hastings wasn’t the most sympathetic of SRS victims. Still, I said, “Think big picture. We’re not helping Markus Hastings—we’re helping The League. We’re helping everyone SRS hurts with th...
Wolves don't cry--the soulless have nothing to mourn. "Where did you come from?" I ask, laughing. At times like these, I often pretend to be Rosie, though I've never told her. I may be the better hunter, but there's no question that she's the better bait. I look at the man's nails--not claws, but...