Afterlife (Evernight, Book 4)

Everyone around us started talking at once—in wonder or confusion or glee

Samuel rose as if to go, but Mrs. Bethany’s withering glare pinned him in place.

“I am wise in the ways of comely maidens

Mrs. Bethany held out a lacy white handkerchief

The land of lost things, I thought. It seemed to be as good a name for it as anything else. “

Okay. Let bygones be bygones, or whatever. I just want to understand.”

A searing jolt of power arced through me

Something was tearing her apart, literally, graphically, bone and sinew and blood and guts, more disgusting than anything I’d ever seen.

I suppose your warrior mother didn’t spend much time telling you stories out of Grimm. Suffice it to say that the magical godmother at the christening usually hides a curse among her gifts. And so it was with the wraiths

Tonight’s show, to judge by the spotlighted poster, would be “To Catch a Thief.”