I guess I didn’t even pull that off. Not exactly. A lot of the things my mother told me were bat-shit crazy, but this one actually made sense. Of course, high school would have been easier to survive if Mom wasn’t constantly being locked up for acting like a complete nut job, forcing me to be pla...
There was no doubt in my mind. But what kind of life could we have together, coming from our two different worlds? I couldn’t imagine turning Colette into one of us, the undead. To do something like that would have been like painting over a masterpiece. I wanted Colette for who she was, not to si...
I knew that for certain. I was lying on a cot in one of the cells, so I definitely knew there was a dungeon. Jessie was on the opposite side of the iron bars, looking in at me with a stricken face. I don’t know what happened after I started screaming. I saw Jessie leaning over me with those horri...
she insisted. And then she fainted dead away in my arms. “What’s going on?” Haley asked as I was carrying her up the stairs to the second floor. “What happened?” She frowned as she noted that I was transporting her. “You don’t have to carry me.” “...
said Violet Popplewell to her mother. “There’s only a limited amount of things to know.” Mrs. Popplewell gave a resigned sigh as she sat at her desk in her small office. “There’s no point arguing, Violet. Your great-aunt Vera is going with you, and that is that. I know she...