“When I look at Mari now, it’s like I see her in layers—the burning blonde with the ribbon over her mouth, the princess tearing apart a screwed-up tea party, the goddess wrapped in burning chains, and the girl who is… — 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 when feet appear at the top of the staircase, I can finally see that the light isn’t coming from the house. It’s coming from her. My heart beats so fast I can’t tell the pulses apart—it’s… — Erica Cameron Copy Share
“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 the ceiling. Inside, instead of seeing the cement wall of the basement, I’m looking at evenly spaced wooden pillars and a reed-mat floor. Standing on that mat is a woman with curves that would make a… — Erica Cameron Copy Share
“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 body in less than a second. When she dropped it, I thought maybe she’d seen what was happening and would leave the statue alone. Or throw it at me—it kinda seemed like she wanted to throw… — Erica Cameron Copy Share
“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
