Women drowned, strange carvings on their necks. Dreams of drowning and death. And a boy who hates her. Talia peterson has to figure out why all this i..
The front room of the Wagnor house smelled of the rosemary candle, that was still burning in the living room and copper from the puddle of blood left ..
We were the broken sky, the failing lie. A way for us to die, with little or no tie. I hoped we would never separate But i was wrong not even our frie..