Kami Garcia, Margaret Stohl
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Lena Duchannes is unlike anyone the small Southern town of
Ethan Wate, who has been counting the months until he can escape from Gatlin, is haunted by dreams of a beautiful girl he has never met. When
In a town with no surprises, one secret could change everything.
matter, what matters? the great darkness swallows the great light, as they swallow my life / caster/girl super/natural before/first sight seven days seven days seven days 777777777777777. I couldn’t blame her. It did seem pretty hopeless, but I wasn’t ready to give up. I never would be. Lena slumped against the old stone wall, crumbling like what little chance we had left. “This is impossible. There are too many Casts. We don’t even know what we’re looking for.” There were Casts for every
Uncle Macon’s body, dazed. “Never thought it would end like this, Melchizedek. After all those years, holdin’ the weight a the world on our shoulders together.” She was talking to him as if he could hear her, even though her voice was tinier than I had ever heard it. “How am I gonna hold it up on my own?” I grabbed her shoulders, her sharp bones digging into my palms. “Amma, what’s going on?” She raised her eyes to meet mine, her voice barely a whisper. “You can’t get somethin’ from the
even know why we’re seeing the visions. Lena. Trust me. “What’s all this stuff over here, Aunt Marian?” She looked at me, her face briefly clouding over. “That’s our last project. Your mom’s and mine.” Why did my mom have a picture of the painting at Ravenwood? I don’t know. Lena walked over to the table, and picked up the photo of the painting. “Marian, what were you guys doing with this painting?” Marian handed each of us a proper cup of tea, with a saucer. That was another thing about
hangin’ out with that freak, and she won’t let you outta your house till Christmas.” “You know what that thing on her face is, don’t you?” Emily smirked, pointing from Lena’s birthmark to the crescent she’d drawn on her cheek. “It’s called a witch’s mark.” “Did you look that up online last night? You’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.” I laughed. “You’re the idiot. You’re goin’ out with her.” I was turning red, which was the last thing I wanted to do. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted
probably also meant dinner with my dad in his pajamas. But that was something I just couldn’t explain. Amma took Thanksgiving really seriously, which meant two things. My dad would finally come out of his study, although technically it was after dark so that wasn’t a big exception, and he would eat at the table with us. No Shredded Wheat. That was the absolute minimum Amma would allow. So in honor of my dad’s pilgrimage into the world the rest of us inhabited every day, Amma cooked up a storm.