Nicholas is a would-be poet and video-store clerk with a weeping hole in his hand—weeping not blood, but a plasma of tears—
“IT WANTS ME, NAKOTA. IT WANTS ME.”
It began with Nakota and her crooked grin. She had to see the dark...
I am so dead…
Now, was I supposed to go left or right at the Light?
Seventeen-year-old Amber Borden has a lousy sense of direction — so lousy that she takes a wrong turn when returning from her near-death experience. She ends up in the...