Blush Hill Novels & Stories

“The closer we get, the stronger it will become.” They crested a small rise and came upon Hollow Hill—a place that should have felt like any other hill in the forest, but instead felt like an altar, an ancient gathering place for things long forgotten. The ground beneath their feet was uneven, disturbed by the weight of years and centuries of secrecy. Clara could almost feel the hum of the past, the whispers of long-lost rituals echoing faintly on the wind.

He is looking at her when he says it, not at the Mall. She looks back at the Mall and says nothing and lets it sit exactly where it lands. On a Thursday evening Lily takes her for drinks in Adams Morgan (a diverse, eclectic neighborhood in northwest Washington D.C., known for its international restaurants, music venues, and mix of cultures — the name comes from two elementary schools, John Quincy Adams and Thomas P. Morgan, that were among the first to integrate in D.C.), just the two of them, which Valentina suspects was Lily's idea and not Ethan's suggestion.