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"I've been texting everyone from the shelter. Nobody's seen Kayla since this morning." "Kayla?" Rick stepped forward, detective instincts engaged. "Another half-Fae girl," Dex explained, his hair shifting to worried violet. "She doesn't stay at the shelter full-time, but she comes for meals sometimes. She's older, like nineteen maybe." Casie and her mates exchanged concerned glances. "Do you have a photo?" Maya nodded, pulling up an image on her phone – a striking young woman with copper-colored hair similar to Lily's, but with eyes so vividly green they almost seemed to glow. There was an unmistakable resemblance to their first victim.

That is a memory I would like to forget but the thought of Yara being held captive with that monster makes me think of that time, it makes me think of what he is doing to her, if he is doing to her what he did to me. He promised not to ever hurt her if I stay quiet and I did… I have for a long long time but I don’t think he would keep his promise. I walked around Yara’s apartment trying to gather clues as to where she is being held captive, I was starting to get frustrated by the futility of this quest with I felt something at the space between the kitchen cabinet and the wall. I pulled this thing out. Its a book. Yara’s diary. YARA’S POINT OF VIEW

Kelly grabbed my hand and said, “Miss Blake has good impression of you, because you are so dedicated. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped you.” I touched the bracelet on my wrist and laughed. “Kelly, you are my good assistant. I will go and deliver this bracelet to Miss Blake now.” I carefully placed the bracelet and walked towards Anya’s dressing room. She was a first-rate celebrity, so she naturally wouldn’t be in the same dressing room as the other artists. I had just arrived at Anya’s dressing room when I heard her talking with her assistant. Miley. “Phoenix has recently published a new book named “Joy of Life”. It is said that there are ten signature books. No matter what, you must help

’ Clara asked. The Colfers looked at each other and shrugged, ‘Mostly, I think,’ John, his dad answered. 'Some of them are first editions, so the books are just there for decoration,’ he said, smiling. ‘So, Clara, my dear, Sebastian said you wanted to talk to us. What is this about?’ his mom pried. ‘Sam, let the girl sit and relax before you interrogate her,’ John scolded his wife.

A few hours later, when Kyra stepped through the doors and saw what Ali Ahmed had done, she started to think that the books were pretty exciting, too. Ali Ahmed had left her favorite book from college, a collection of fairy tales and myths from around the world, on a small table near the door. Kyra picked it up, smiling down at the familiar cover, and looked around for Ali Ahmed. He was nowhere to be found, so she assumed he must be running late. With a shrug, Kyra crossed to sit in a large armchair, flipping the book open to the first page. As soon as she did, a note fell out.

It was a good thing that Manasseh let her stroll everywhere by herself, giving her the privacy and the chance to think and devise her plan. A history book or nonfiction book would be fine. Yuna reached the farthest part of the library, but not a convincing caption was in sight. She's about to go back and search on the second floor when her eyes caught an interesting memo above. It was so high from her reach, but it's not like she would just leave after knowing the hindrance. She looked around and found a scaffolding far from her right side. Yuna pulled the wooden ladder, creating a screeching sound as it moves on the wooden floor. She set it on the perfect spot, slowly climbed up, and sat on

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

POV: Ryker / Ayla The southern ledger is still missing, but Sera did not leave only one trail. We find the second book in the last place any of us expected to look—inside the lining of an old travel case that Finn recovered from the attic and set aside as empty personal effects. Ayla is the one who notices the weight is wrong. She runs her hand along the bottom seam, feels the slight resistance, and looks up at me without speaking. I take the case from her, set it on the table, and open the lining with a short blade.

He took it. I leaned back and laced my fingers together on the desk. “I have something important to tell you. It’s about Anya and why she really came back.” Lior’s eyes lit up, bright, hungry, almost too quick to hide. I felt my mouth curve into a slow, sharp smile. “She came back for a book,” I said. “Her mother’s book. It’s called the Codex Lunaris. She’s keeping it hidden and I don’t understand why. Or what it really means.”