Book Synopsis Based on some of literature’s horror and science fiction classics, this “tour de force of reclaiming the narrative, executed with impressive wit and insight” (Publishers Weekly, starred review) debut is the story of a remarkable group of women who come together to solve the mystery of a series of gruesome murders—and the bigger mystery of their own origins. …
“I stared into the darkness and thought how it mirrored what was inside me, how it hid the demon others called Puck.”
“Eddie discovered one of his childhood’s great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.” ― Stephen King, It About Welcome to Derry, Maine … It’s a small city, a place as hauntingly familiar as your own hometown. Only in Derry the haunting is real … They were seven teenagers when they first stumbled upon the horror. Now they are grown-up men and …
“Their names are Death, Disease, War, and Sparkle-Darkle Glitter-tits,” Sophie said. “They’re the four little ponies of the Apocalypse.”
“Honour can be lost a dozen times, and regained. Life can only be lost once, and never regained.”
First Chapter, First Paragraph Vigilance First Chapter, First Paragraph “Alone in the elevator, John McDean shuts his eyes, listens to the hum of the machinery, and mentally recites his research. His Ideal Person is between sixty-four to eighty-one years old. Their average net worth is $202,900, and they are male, Caucasian, and increasingly burdened with medical debt. Living conditions, he …
“You didn’t change anyone’s mind about politics by hammering away at them—all that did was drive the nail deeper into the wall of their own certainty.”
First Chapter, First Paragraph Finding Baba Yaga: A Short Novel in Verse By Jane Yollen First Chapter, First Paragraph You Think You Know This Story You think you know this story. You do not. You think it is about a princess who runs from a wicked king. It is not. You think it is about a charming prince who rescues, …
First Chapter, First Paragraph Ash Kickers First Chapter, First Paragraph My give-a-damn was busted. Now, if my mama had been standing beside me on the top of that Slayer truck, she would have said, “Tamerica Janeese Williams, why are you just staring at that dragon? Don’t you have a job to do?” I was staring at the dragon – this golden-brown bastard …
First Chapter, First Paragraph umber whunnnn yerrrnnn umber whunnnn fayunnnn These sounds: even in the haze. But sometimes the sounds—like the pain—faded, and then there was only the haze. He remembered darkness: solid darkness had come before the haze. Did that mean he was making progress? Let there be light (even of the hazy variety), and the light was good, and so on and so on? …
