“Fitzroy stood over the body, his arms rigid at his sides, a bloody dagger in each hand. His loose hair fell to his eyes in ragged tangles. He was covered in blood, some of it probably his, and looked very… — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“touched mine. She tucked a strand of my curly red-gold hair behind my ear, but” — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“My phone rings. It’s my mom Sara. “Do you mind?” I ask Caleb. I think it’s very rude to talk on a cell in… — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“Fitzroy stood over the body, his arms rigid at his sides, a bloody dagger in each hand. His loose hair fell to his eyes… — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“earnest held their hats on their heads. Or at least, one of them did. The other had a sturdy looking tall helmet. A military… — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“Tell me you won't go, tell me you'll stay forever, tell me you love me.” — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“Where common sense gets thrown out and emotions rule, trouble follows.” — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“His attire was not something to be dismissed casually. It was what he happened to be wearing when he died. Mr. Wiggam must have… — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
“met Barnaby Wiggam's ghost. The fat, bulbous-nosed spirit fading in and out beside me like a faulty gas lamp clearly thought he was dealing… — C.J. Archer Copy Share Image
