"It's right in front of you," a faint voice whispers in my left ear.
I snap my head to the side, but there's no one there. I swing around and look back into the forest behind me as a shiver trickles down my spine. All I can see are tree trunks, gnarled branches dripping with green, overgrown ivy thickets, shadowy nooks. If someone is out here with me, they could be hiding anywhere.
Don't be stupid. There's no one there. I'm just seeing things, like always.
I turn back to where Felix is sitting on the porch, watching me boredly across the clearing. A few seconds pass with me frozen in place by a fear I can't place, and Felix waiting still as a sphinx, measuring me with his stony gaze.
"I said, it's right in front of you," he says. "That's what you came for, right? Just take it and leave."
I look down at my feet. It takes me a moment to spot my BMX lying on i
There's no light at the bottom on the ocean.I'm swaying on the currents in silence, giving no resistance as I twist gently on the tide.It's so cold here.There's no up or down, no before or after, no here or there. Nothing outside of myself. Nothing to separate me from the endless black depths.I'm stuck in an endless oceanic slumber, lulled by the gentle rocking motion of distant waves.I could stay this way forever.Something's nagging at the edges of my mind, pulling at my consciousness, demanding attention.Somewhere, there is more than this.I haven't always been here. I know there was something before.Something happened. Something so terrible that I've sealed it away, safe in the deepest recesses of my nightmares.It's here with me now.I made this darkness myself, so
I wake up in an unfamiliar room.It takes me a moment to register my surroundings. I'm lying on a bed, on top of the covers and fully dressed (thank god), apart from my cardigan, which is hanging over the arm of a wooden chair in the corner of the room.It's a small room, with stone walls, a fireplace directly opposite the single bed and a bunch of yellow flowers in a clay mug on the windowsill.Branches and jewel-green leaves suffused with soft late morning light dance outside the window.I must be on the upper level of the cabin. This might even be the room Lyall was in before he came downstairs. I wonder how long I was out this time?I sit up, swinging my legs around the side of the bed. I stand up too soon and have to sit down again as a rush of black suddenly washes over me and recedes just as quickly.That's right. I was in such a rush to get to Z
The shadows are lengthening and the sunlight has softened into afternoon's honey gold by the time I'm finished telling Kitty all about that day.She's sitting still as a statue in the armchair opposite me, bathed in patches of multicolored light streaming in through the huge stained glass window behind us. It's like she's in an impressionist painting, streaked with red and green and blue light, and I imagine I'm spilling out my story to a brightly jewel-encrusted portrait of some noblewoman from a bygone era.It makes it easier to talk.The words rush out of me, a flood of grief that I didn't even realize I'd been damming up.Kitty doesn't interrupt me, not even once – only nodding her head from time to time, listening in absolute silence. Even as I tell her about how I watched everyone die, how Mia lay at the bottom of the bus with her head cracked open in a pool of blood, or how Evan sacrifice
“Marshmallows. Do you eat them?” Ben asks as he slips onto a bar stool next to Alastaire.“I guess,” I say. “They’re nice in hot chocolate.”“Good,” he says. “We’re running out of food and all we have left is a jumbo-sized bag of marshmallows until Kitty can get to the shops tomorrow.”“Wonderful planning as always Kitty,” says Alastaire. “You had one job. ONE JOB.”“Hey!” Kitty says as she punches Alastaire in the arm. “We wouldn’t have run out if you guys hadn’t eaten an entire week’s worth of groceries in one weekend. It’s not my fault you’re all such gluttons.”“That’s not true,” Ben says. “Anyway, I would kill for a pizza right now. Remind me again why we’re camped out in the middle of the woo
"I guess you won't be staying the night then?"Felix is in the tree above me, stretched out languidly on his back along a wide branch. There's a book in his hand.He jumps down and lands right in front of me in one swift graceful movement, and I stumble backwards, until my back is pressed up against the huge tree trunk. He leans forward, placing the palm of his hand against the wood right next to me, leaning down until his hazel eyes are just inches away from my own."How much do they know?" He says.He must be talking about the phone call. Does he know it was Jamie?"Nothing," I say.He leans closer in, as if to lock me down, maybe trying to intimidate me. Scare the truth out of me. But the thing is, I'm already telling the truth. I haven't told anyone where Fable is or what they're doing.If there's one thing I'm good at, it's k
I rush into the kitchen, and I'm met with the last thing I expect to find.My mom and dad are sitting down at our kitchen table with Zee, Grace, and Grace's mom. A pink-haired girl is clutching onto Zee, her face twisted in shock, her mouth hanging open in mid-scream. It takes me a second to recognize Jamie.That's right. She said she was dying her hair for the Nasty Gal blogger shoot. What's she doing here? What are any of them doing here?All eyes are on Felix, as he stands glowering near the doorway.Zee's expression is glazed over and I'm guessing she's in shock from seeing Felix again.I can see the realization dawning on her, and as if to follow Jamie's cue, she gasps and her eyes widen. I can see the scream before I hear it. I swoop forward and wrap my hand around her mouth just in time."Wher
I watch from my bedroom window until I see the taillights of my dad's car disappear into the darkness. It took ages for my parents to leave.They asked Jamie and Zee to go home as soon as Felix left, and then they interrogated me for almost an hour. They probably would have carried on longer if they didn't need to get to Biblio for the late night Sunday supper service.That's one perk of having chefs for parents – it's always just a matter of time before they have to rush back to the kitchen.With my phone on silent and a giant mug of chai tea on my bedside table, I sprawl out on my bed with my laptop in front of me.It's time to clear some things up.First I check the official Fable fansites, then the most popular Tumblrs and Fable Twitter accounts. As expected, everyone thinks the boys are spread out across the globe on vacation during the hiatus between albums.
Unfortunately, it's not Felix on the other side of the door.There's a rake-thin woman in a long black dress standing in the doorway. Even though her face is concealed by a red scarf wrapped around her head like a shawl, I can tell immediately that she's really old.She's holding a basket filled to the brim with gleaming red apples. A gnarled hand reaches into the basket and strokes one of the apples, the fingers lazily tracing the plump crimson fruit. The old woman appears to be muttering something over and over again. It sounds like the word fated, or maybe hated.Nope, not happening. It's too early for Halloween.I start closing the door, ready to lock it and run upstairs, possibly even call 911.Just before the door shuts, I hear a voice say my name."Ashling?"She pushes the scarf back, revealing a familiar face.