Maddie MacFaddin has returned to Ticonderoga Falls, where she and her family once vacationed. Now she's hoping for a little r&r and inspiration in the wake of her crumbling marriage. But Ticonderoga Falls is also a hunting ground for the Darklings, beings who feed on the dreams of humans. The sto...
Still, something scuffled about in the brush outside, twisting the oleander, opening a space right in front of the basement window. A shadow crouched down, fingers tapped against glass. “Kira. Are you down there?” I sucked in a long breath, then rus...
Father Sullivan made the sign of the cross, his hand briefly touching his head, his heart, then each shoulder. His mouth began to move, silent words pouring out. Gram’s eyes closed and her lips moved in synch with his. “Why is he here?” I asked, turning to face Sean. ...
The sky shouldn’t be blue, the birds shouldn’t sing. There shouldn’t be white puffy clouds sailing like catamarans across a vellum sea. The air shouldn’t be fragrant with daphne, honeysuckle and gardenia; there shouldn’t be a sense of magnificence in each stolen breath. Today was that day. I got ...