Something had interrupted Holly and Trayne's day out...   -----     Chapter 11. Holly dove reflexively to the side, rolling and pushing herself up against the wall, and saw Silvertail—Mr. Owen—already in the corner. The black mass flowed, an avalanche of night, and abruptly red and blue and yellow eyes appeared along the shapeless flanks, uncountable mouths opened, and a gibbering laughter echoed from them all, in voices from ear-piercingly high to basso profundo growls that shuddered through the air. The tide of [ Continue reading... ]

Holly Owen was practicing being herself...   -----     Chapter 10.      "Nice to get out of the house!" Holly said, probably for the fourth time in the last hour now that she thought of it. But it was true. The last few weeks had been spent mostly indoors, practicing the many different aspects of just being a teenage girl . . . and learning the pitfalls. These included mundane annoyances like finding that a five-foot-seven-inch teenage girl couldn't reach shelves that Stephen Russ at over six feet had no trouble [ Continue reading... ]