“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
“Don’t be stupider than you need to be, I remind myself. Remember Calease? The last glowing girl you talked to tried to… — 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… — 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… — 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… — 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… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“I’m getting used to the fact that you find me incredibly forgettable.” — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“After all the shit that went down with Calease, I hate sleeping the way some people hate airplanes. Or small, dark spaces.… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“When I look at Mari now, it’s like I see her in layers—the burning blonde with the ribbon over her mouth, the… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“I tell myself I have time. But the itch forming along the back of my neck and across my shoulders says otherwise.… — 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… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
“I look down, trying to see my skin like she does. Underneath the soft, cerulean-blue glow, there are so many lines it… — Erica Cameron Copy Share Image
