Dead Of Winter (The Beautiful Dead Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
She’s hired the resident band of Trenton from the sound of it, as there’s drumming and guitar-playing and what I take to be “singing” coming from within the house. A number of Undead are spread across the porch and on the gravel in front, chatting and screaming and acting like drunken fools.The ridiculous frivolity is not my destination, not yet. Forgive me for not being in the mood to party.I scratch on the door of my house. A sudden memory hits me, and with a wistful smile I sing, “It’s a good day to be dead.” There’s no response, but really, I’d figured John may still be asleep.When I push open the door, I find him on the couch.“It’s a fine day to be dead,” he corrects me sleepily.“So you remember.” I can’t help but smile.“How could I forget? And, I regret to say, it is not summer yet. Rather, much the opposite. Alcohol helps. Warm, now. Nearly sweaty.” He’s holding a half-empty bottle on his thigh, I notice. “I hear it’s Jazz’s birthday.”“So-called,”
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