A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.

Janie blinks and leans against the wall, just in case. But it's no one's dream. It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

The Thickety is a sinister, magical debut with a marvelous and shocking heroine. J.A. White’s elegant writing and masterful plot kept me turning pages late into the night.

Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.

Oh baby," he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers. The bathroom door clicks shut. She stays there for a long time. He's pulling his hair out.