Right as I'm about to die, I realize all the myths are fake. There's no white light at the end of a tunnel. My life isn't flashing before my eyes. All I can think about is how much I want to live. I moved to New York City a month ago to become the best journalist the world had ever seen. To fi...
Frank Menegaro said, slamming the pages down on the desk. “All this stuff about sleeping with babysitters and then, what, stalking them? It's creepy. I don't like it.” They were gathered in Nico's office, poring over the newest mailing from John Gillis, stale coffee in the air. Nico had run off c...
I said to Wallace. He was holding a copy of the transcript of my interview with Daniel Linwood. I’d asked him to read it in its entirety before we spoke. So far he’d only read what was printed in the Gazette. There were many quotes that were cut for space, details that didn’t make it into the fin...
Four hours and thirteen minutes until everything goes kablooey and I’ll never get an iPad. I don’t know how long I was out for. It couldn’t have been too long, because when I came to I couldn’t breathe. My face was underwater. I lurched up, spat wat...
