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Evolution of Gabriel Adam, The

Stuck in the Dark Realm, teen-turned-archangel Gabriel Adam must remember who he was in the world. A familiar face guides him through an apocalyptic landscape, the only way home, but a relentless destructive force hunts them.   Meanwhile, on the … Continue reading »

This Is Not the End

James Salley is turning sixteen, and it’s not going well. His family’s too busy to care, the local bully creates new tortures daily, someone appears to be following him, and he’s just learned that he’s the Antichrist. All James ever … Continue reading »

Salvation of Gabriel Adam, The

Embattled by an uncertain future, Gabriel Adam is now slowly succumbing to the powerful ring that he credits with stopping the demon sent to Earth to start the second war between the light and dark realms. As his health fails, … Continue reading »

Blue Woods, The

The exhilarating conclusion to the Twin Willows Trilogy Sixteen-year-old Alessia Jacobs wants to go to college someday like her friends. She wishes for a chance at a normal relationship with Jonah. But normal is never an option for a Benandante … Continue reading »

Vampire Book of the Month Club

At the age of seventeen, Nora Falcon is already a best-selling author of vampire lit, with fans lining up around the block to read the next installment of her Better off Bled series. So it might seem like she’s something … Continue reading »

In The Mouth of the Wolf

The Twin Willows Waterfall is now under the control of the Benandanti, but for Alessia, the victory comes at a steep price. And the arrival of Nerina, one of the seven Concilio elders from the Friuli Clan, only complicates her life. Now … Continue reading »

Winter Falls

Sixteen-year-old Alessia Jacobs is dying to get out of her small town of Twin Willows, Maine. Things start looking up when a new family comes to town—but when she falls for Jonah, their hot, mysterious son, her life turns upside … Continue reading »

Revelation of Gabriel Adam, The

Seventeen-year-old Gabriel Adam is used to moving a lot. When a mysterious assassin burns his home to the ground Gabriel’s father reveals the truth of why they are always on the move: Gabriel is one of four Archangels, born human … Continue reading »

Zombies Don’t Surrender

Jogger Girl is closer now, a soft keen coming from her jagged mouth. God, she looks worse than some of the masks we’d wear to scare the audience in the Great Movie Monster Makeover Show. “Can you hear?” I ask, gripping the Eliminator, trying to keep her occupied, focused on me, on my mouth, my head, not the hand at my side. “Can you talk?” “Yeah,” she grunts, soft air moving through the hole in her cheek where I see her pinkish-white jaw muscles flex. It’s a reedy sound but weird because her voice is so Zerker deep. “I just don’t like to.” That airiness combined with that hoarseness—I figure probably the gash in her throat nicked some vocal cords when the Zerkers were chewing on her face. I shiver. “Stop. You don’t have to do this. I, I know there are a lot of them, but I have friends too.” She shakes her head, as if even she knows how stupid I sound. “Just don’t,” she says, limping faster now. “It won’t work.” I raise the Eliminator, hoping she’ll see it and stop, giving her one last chance. “Don’t,” I blurt, my voice raw with guilt. “Don’t make me do this.” “Do what?” she says, three feet away now. She pauses, giving me that creepy half smile that is her full smile because half her freakin’ face is missing. Her good eye narrows. “All you’re doing is finishing what they started. What you let them start.” “I couldn’t,” I sputter, “take them all by myself.” She cocks her head, drool drizzling onto her shoeless foot. “That’s not what she says.” “She? Who she?” I growl. “Tell me!” But she’s walking again. “Why should I help you”—that whistly voice croaks from her mouth and throat at the same Continue reading »

Paper Hearts

I jot this in my worn notebook, bound in stains and tears, cindered from too many stubbed-out cigarettes. Dusky light feels along its surface, spotlighting empty pages and an equally empty mind. From the display case I take the yellow lighter, swiping it through the dying glow seeped into the countertop. Two green eyes disappear and reappear in the veneer of the metallic casing, irises warping as if in a Halloween house of mirrors. The room blossoms fire with the flick of a gear, the remaining thread of light evaporating into the dim. Continue reading »