Novel Edgehill Novels & Stories

Maybe all three. Ms. Carter parks and turns to me. “Ready?” No. Yes. Maybe. I open the door. The air hits me, cool, sharp, electric. It smells like woodsmoke and something humming just beneath the surface. The boy walks down the steps slowly, carefully, like he’s afraid to break the moment. “Raven?” he asks. I nod. He smiles, small, real. “I’m Noah. Welcome to Hallow’s Edge.” The way he says it sounds like a secret. Or a warning. Before I can answer, the auburn‑haired girl practically launches herself off the porch.

Isn't it just awesome? I cannot help but think of slapping Gabriel right now. He didn't have to lash out at me for no reason and leave me alone here. How was it wrong? Standing up against bullying didn't sound like a wrong thing to me. Well, screw him. Coming back to the present, I don't even have an umbrella. Who would have thought a sunny day would turn into cats and dogs? I'm worried that books must be all soaked by now. Henna will be mad if she has to buy me new books already.