Her father kissed her lightly on the forehead and, with a final
admonishment to the porter, drove away. As the Lincoln shrank to
a point down the road, Evie felt a pang of sadness, and something
else. Dread. That was the word. Some unknowable, unnameable
fear. She’d been feeling it for months, ever since the dreams began.
“Man, I got those heebie jeebie blues,” Evie said softly and
The Diviners | Libba Bray
The truth is, that in the shiver category, heebie jeebie blues have nothing on #polarvortex.
Life is one of those experiments meant to be conducted in a stimulating, messy environment.
- Roomies by Sara Zarr and Tara Altebrando
I’m not looking for fate. I’m seventeen. I’m looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living (with my lips).
Night of Cake & Puppets (on-sale 11/26) | Laini Taylor
Dear Mr. S. Harris,
Ignore the blob of red in the top left corner. It’s jam, not blood, though I don’t think I need to tell you the difference. It wasn’t your wife’s jam the police found on your shoe. […]
I know what it’s like.
Mine wasn’t a woman. Mind was a boy. And I killed him three months ago exactly.
- Ketchup Clouds | Annabel Pitcher