Pale Demon

Contents

One

“Brown or green for the drapes, Rache?”

Two

Trent rose to his feet, stupidly staring at the tree…

Three

Hollows International wasn’t a huge airport, but it was busy…

Four

If looks could kill, my face would show the imprint…

Five

Anarrow slice of early-afternoon sun made it into the front…

Six

“Rache!” Jenks shrilled, scaring the crap out of me as…

Seven

The faint smell of cinnamon, blood, and wine drifted forward…

Eight

The hum of the engine shifted, becoming deeper. It stirred…

Nine

“Trent!” I shouted, hammering on the bathroom door. It was…

Ten

My grip on the wheel tightened until my knuckles hurt.

Eleven

“Um, Jenks?” I said, taking a stumbling step back into…

Twelve

The warmth of the sun on my face turned into…

Thirteen

If it wasn’t for the lack of an ocean, I…

Fourteen

Heart pounding, I ran back down the corridor. I hit…

Fifteen

It was the changing sound of the engine that woke…

Sixteen

The sun was almost up, and I stretched beside the…

Seventeen

“The intention was for me to say good-bye,” I said,…

Eighteen

I’d already used the glass-and-tile shower in the front bathroom,…

Nineteen

Istared at the closed door, hearing a muttered conversation behind…

Twenty

Ileaned forward over the backseat to look up at the…

Twenty-One

“Isaid pipe down!” Vivian said crossly when the room reacted…

Twenty-Two

Trent bowed his head as the auditorium erupted in noise.

Twenty-Three

Sliding, I hit the red soil face-first, eyes clenched shut…

Twenty-Four

The transition was smoother this time as we crossed merely…

Twenty-Five

Frightened, I stood amid a smattering of exclamations. Some were…

Twenty-Six

The dry hush of sliding coals woke me, and I…

Twenty-Seven

The discordant jangle of San Francisco’s broken ley lines flooded…

Twenty-Eight

The vivid maroons and contrasting golds of the carpet had…

Twenty-Nine

The rasp of the side door opening was loud, and…

Thirty

Iscreamed, raw and pained, and it was real. My agony…

Thirty-One

Ilooked at my hands as they pressed the cookie cutter…

Thirty-Two

Trent’s long black car pulled up to the curb, a…

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