“A shadow passes over her face, but she shakes it off fast as she leans forward, her bright-blue hair swinging over her shoulder and clashing with her pumpkin-orange shirt. “You think you’re the only one who wants to bring back… — 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
