Wake up.” Crystal shook her head. Roscoe. Had to be. The bed squeaked as someone moved next to her, then the covers were yanked from her body. Eyes still closed, she reached for them, and her fingers closed on soft fabric. But the fabric gave way and she clawed at it, shivering and trying to find purchase on the cool thread. “Umm. That’s my face,” Bone said. Crystal sat up, blinking. The only light was from the Stonehenge screensaver on her computer. In its bluish glow, Bone looked even deader than usual. “Whu—what time is it?” “Tomorrow.” “Already?” “Yep. Halloween. Or should I say The Halloweening?” Crystal tried to shake the slumber from her shoulders, but The Sandman must have dumped a wet bucket of the stuff. “What are you doing out of Darkmeet this time of night?” “I’m on a very special mission.” “You’re wearing my blouse.” “Cute, huh? But enough about me. How’s life?” “You say that with such sarcasm. But things are just fine. Me and Pettigrew are probably Splitsville, Momma’s potions are all mixed up, Royce crawled out of the wall and is running loose in Parson’s Ford, and I’m about to start my period.”
What do You think about October Girls: Crystal & Bone?
