Those brain-zapped kids weren’t the only - or maybe even the worst - enemy.
I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.
This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.
The grief in her green eyes slips then hardens and, for an instant, Pendleton sees the woman she has become and has no right being, not at sixteen.
Follow your heart. Just don't get lost.
So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.