Another Little Piece
Kate Karyus Quinn
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The spine-tingling horror of Stephen King meets an eerie mystery worthy of Sara Shepard's Pretty Little Liars series in Kate Karyus Quinn's haunting debut.
On a cool autumn night, Annaliese Rose Gordon stumbled out of the woods and into a high school party. She was screaming. Drenched in blood. Then she vanished.
A year later, Annaliese is found wandering down a road hundreds of miles away. She doesn't know who she is. She doesn't know how she got there. She only knows one thing: She is not the real Annaliese Rose Gordon.
Now Annaliese is haunted by strange visions and broken memories. Memories of a reckless, desperate wish . . . a bloody razor . . . and the faces of other girls who disappeared. Piece by piece, Annaliese's fractured memories come together to reveal a violent, endless cycle that she will never escape—unless she can unlock the twisted secrets of her past.
his, I instead ran for the back door, calling over my shoulder, “I’m Anna.” It was only after I’d sprinted up the stairs toward the bathroom—jumping into the shower before the water was fully warm—that my words had time to catch up with me. “I’m Anna.” That’s what I’d said. Anna was what the redheaded boy had called me too. Anna was the first name on the razor handle. Anna was me. But how had I gone from Anna to Annaliese? And who were those other six girls in between? Hot water poured
regular ones as they hovered over me. They were nearly identical with their weathered faces and gray hair hanging loose and heavy over their shoulders before flowing to their bare feet and the packed-dirt floor. A bucket of cool water appeared along with ragged bits of cloth that wiped at my face and came away red. Cooing a chorus of sympathy, they’d washed away the blood that had crusted over my eyes, coated my lips and teeth, and left stripes running down my arms all the way to my fingertips.
Instead I said, “Sure.” Dex’s hand found mine, and he pulled me up the stairs. Strangely, the door into the house had a lock. Three, actually. Dex took care of them quickly, flipping through a series of different keys for each one without letting go of my hand once. It was dark inside the house. Darker than the basement, and when Dex flipped a switch on the wall, I saw why. All the windows were covered with thick curtains that looked as if they’d been stolen from a theater. They were thick and
that her name had also been on the paper along with Annaliese’s name. I’d chosen Annaliese, and when that hadn’t quite worked out, I’d followed a feeling to Lacey’s door. I’d gone right toward option B without even knowing it. And now here she was again. I looked down at the paper. It wavered before my eyes, and I saw other papers. Other names. The roaring began, and instead of holding back, looking for an escape, I threw myself into it. A FINE EDGE The wind blows my hair into my face, making
Annaliese’s name there. There had been girls every year. So many girls. I had only added six of them to the razor, though, along with Anna. The Physician had added Annaliese’s name for me, and I had no idea what that meant. Maybe it meant nothing at all. I pushed the razor into my coat pocket, past all the other odd bits, not wanting to risk it cutting into someone else. I dug everything else out. A cough drop, a button, and a crumpled napkin with caramel-colored streaks that suggested it had