“I play DJ, and you tell me what you like.” “Got it,” I said with a firm nod, fighting little jitters of excitement. “And who knows? Maybe something will be familiar. As long as it’s not death metal, I think… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“I love you. And hell itself won't stop that. Sorry to put it so dramatically but, well, it's the truth." ~ Joshua to Amelia” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“I play DJ, and you tell me what you like.” “Got it,” I said with a firm nod, fighting little jitters of excitement. “And… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“I swear I’m not imaginary.” An uncontrollable grin spread across my face. “I would know if I was imaginary, right?” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“Not the kind of unconsciousness that torments the dead, but the kind that kills the living.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“See you soon,” I whispered. I bit my lip; and, in a moment of sheer abandon, I added, “I think I might . .… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter where we go, because I just want to be whenever you are.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“On the morning of what should have been Amelia Ashley's birthday, the river valley that had once housed High Bridge changed for Joshua Mayhew.… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“This is my first . . . ah . . .” “Haunting?” he offered. I snorted. “Yes, this is my first haunting.” “Then I’m flattered.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“My parents’ names are Rebecca and Jeremiah, by the way,” he whispered as I approached him. I laughed, jittery. “Got it. So even though… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“Joshua?" I called out, a slight hitch in my voice. "Yeah?" "What do I look like to you?" He tilted his head to the… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“My sense of direction would be the death of me. Metaphorically, at least.” — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
“So . . . this means we’re buried in the same cemetery?” He nodded, and then the tiniest smile crept over his features. When… — Tara Hudson Copy Share Image
