The dead man lived up the hill. We could have walked, if the world wasn’t ending and we didn’t have to bring him back.
The year Marcie Gill turned ten, three mysterious things happened.
When I got to the gym for basketball tryouts tonight, I counted twenty-eight kids. That meant twenty kids would make one of the two teams, and everyone else would get cut. So I liked my odds.
Max looked at his watch for the umpteenth time since they’d left home. ‘Do you really think this is a good idea?’...
“I swear to God, if we don’t get it this time, I’m going to kill you both.” Cami’s face is red with exertion.
The cold woke Bela up.
Thank you so much for picking up this book and peeling back the first page to discover its contents.
Here’s the thing about life-shattering days. They start just like any other.
Max looked at his watch, and a sinking realisation that he was late plunged through him.
She was a killer.
A country boy of ten living near Boneville was, recently, walking to his house in the vicinity of a large oak tree, when a violent storm arose.
It is so easy to overestimate the importance of one defining moment and underestimate the value of making small improvements on a daily basis.
He stepped onto the beach, the sand warm beneath his feet, his board tucked under his arm, and the memory came back to him.
‘Tie them up,’ Baron Lassigny ordered. ‘They’re under arrest.’
At ten o’clock of a rainswept morning in London’s West End, a young woman in a baggy anorak
I grew up in an Italian family that, not unusually, put great import on food.
I know I can do this, I know I can. Whatever anyone else says. It’s just a matter of perseverance.
I would like to say a few things about my first husband, William.