Just a girl who walks dogs and hangs out in cemeteries. Stay feral, y'all.
For forty-six years, Clara Bennett believed that being a good daughter meant being the one who never complained. She was the peacemaker, the problem solver, the person who remembered everyone's birthdays, organized holiday dinners, and apologized for things she hadn't done simply because it was easier than enduring another argument. In her family, love came... Continue Reading →
The Final Chapter: The Last Second of Forever Isolde Ashbourne had lived through more than four centuries of history, yet nothing in all her travels had prepared her for the extraordinary cruelty of falling in love with someone she had already lost. When she first met Lucian in the summer of 1743, she knew him... Continue Reading →
Anna lived above a bakery. Jessie found that irritating. Not because there was anything wrong with bakeries, but because after kidnappings, secret criminal organizations, psychological manipulation, forgotten murders and twenty-four-year-old cassette recordings, she'd expected Candidate One to live somewhere appropriately sinister. An isolated farmhouse would have worked. A fortified apartment. Maybe a cabin at the... Continue Reading →
Alyce had never planned on getting a cat. In fact, she had a perfectly reasonable list of reasons why a cat wouldn't fit into her life. There was the expense, the responsibility, the fur on everything, and the rather inconvenient fact that she had grown quite fond of being able to leave a glass of... Continue Reading →
Part One The first time Isolde Ashbourne travelled through time, she was twenty-seven years old, standing barefoot in a circle of salt beneath a blood-red moon, and absolutely certain she was about to die. She had been born in 1590, in a small English village surrounded by ancient woodland, where the trees grew so close... Continue Reading →
For several seconds, neither Jessie nor Gabriel moved. Daniel's voice had stopped, leaving only the faint hiss of the recording. Outside, police radios crackled and doors slammed. Officers were moving through the property, Dr. Vale was in custody, and somewhere near the river Emily Carter and Mrs. Alvarez were being brought to safety. Jessie should... Continue Reading →
St. Catherine's looked smaller than Jessie remembered. That bothered her. Places from childhood were supposed to shrink with age. Schools, playgrounds, childhood bedrooms - the things that once seemed enormous became ordinary when viewed through adult eyes. But St. Catherine's didn't belong to Jessie's childhood. It belonged to a part of her life that had... Continue Reading →
Jessie said nothing. For several seconds, the only sound in Mrs. Alvarez's apartment was the television playing softly behind her. Someone on the screen was laughing, the kind of canned, cheerful laughter that belonged in a completely different universe. Jessie stared at the photograph of Emily and Mrs. Alvarez and tried to make Gabriel's words... Continue Reading →
By 7:42 on Thursday morning, Hannah had already decided the day was terrible. She had slept through her alarm, discovered there was no coffee left, stepped in something suspiciously wet while wearing clean socks, and received an email from her boss containing the horrifying sentence, “Can we chat when you get in?” Nothing good had... Continue Reading →
Jessie Wilson did not frighten easily. Fear was useful. She had learned that young. Fear sharpened the senses, accelerated thought and reminded you that whatever was happening mattered. Panic was the problem and panic made people stupid. Jessie had watched armed men panic. She had watched experienced criminals make catastrophic decisions because somebody unexpected knocked... Continue Reading →
