“Moreau, the guy who built the castle at the beginning of the nineteenth century, built it for his wife. But she died shortly after. That's when others began to vanish. It's like a Star Trek vortex. Sucks in women and… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“There must be a reason to smile, Miss François. Will you supply one?" It was Daisy's turn to stare. For a long moment they… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Drat.” She dropped the crowbar to the floor and marched over to the box of face masks. Ripping it open, she tugged a white… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Cavernous windows opened in a silent scream on the face of the Gothic house that tilted on the crest of Foster Hill. Its gables… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Danny would have been on his tablet right now, tapping out a to-do list for renovations in Evernote.” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Well, there was a fire.” The records keeper was as intimidating and unreadable as Gandalf the wizard.” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Trees arched over the road, their scraggly arms outstretched. Spring was on its way, though ice was still trapped in tree crevices, with patches… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“But it’s a historic landmark, Kaine. And according to Grandpa Prescott’s old family Bible with the family tree, our great-great-grandmother lived in the same… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Kaine maneuvered a third mask from the box. This one was defective, and the hole in the front of it served as Kaine’s undoing.… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“A book lay overturned on the floor beside the bed, its hard cover collecting dust. Great Expectations.” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Murder of crows. Horrible term, considering the circumstances. Why couldn’t they be flocks like other birds?” — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Yes. She needed that dog. A vicious guard dog. As well as a case to clip her can of pepper spray to her jeans… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
“Rumors long abounded surrounding this place. Lights seen flickering in its rooms in the dead of night, piano music filtering through the air only… — Jaime Jo Wright Copy Share Image
