“Horace’s eyes get wide, and he glances between me and the house. “Every time I think I got a grip on this crazy shit going on in your head, I realize I don’t know the half of it, do I?”… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“What in the seven levels of hell did my son see in this place?” Horace asks. We’re standing on the street on Thursday morning, staring up at the house, after taking inventory of the place. From here, I can see… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“I see the glow before I see her. The orange light is so strong it’s hard to believe the house isn’t on fire, but… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“Near my feet is a glowing archway. The light is white and shimmery, like iridescent glitter, and it’s so tall the top nearly brushes… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“Glancing at the time on my phone, I cringe. Midnight. The witching hour. This was when Calease always came for me. I hate midnight.” — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“Hudson looks at me, waiting for what I was trying to say, but no matter how many times I try, the words won’t come.… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“The light show when she picked up the statue was insane. Blue cracks spread from her hand, up her arm, and across her entire… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“Don’t be stupider than you need to be, I remind myself. Remember Calease? The last glowing girl you talked to tried to kill you.” — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“You know the phrase ‘hard to get’?” K.T. asks. “Yeah.” “Forget hard to get. Chasing Mari would be like Mission: Impossible.” — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“K.T. stops dead in her tracks, her eyes locked on Horace’s car. “Holy crap,” she mutters, eyes wide. “Is that a ’69 Camaro SS?”… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“Horace’s eyes get wide, and he glances between me and the house. “Every time I think I got a grip on this crazy shit… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“Less than twenty-four hours ago, I had a family and a home and a dreamworld I thought was as close to heaven as you… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“In the last three months, I’ve started having creepy dreams that give me a glimpse of the future. Or sometimes a portal will open… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“I didn’t think you were real for a long time,” I confess. “I thought you were someone I’d dreamed up.” “A dream worth reliving… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
