Chapter 2
Samantha followed me out of class and down the hall. I turned to her, trying not to reveal the venom I felt for her.
Chapter 3
She’d better not be lying to me. She’d better not be lying to me. She’d better not be lying to me.
Chapter 4
My eyes ping-ponged between Samantha and Katie. I hoped that Samantha didn’t notice, but her eyes went wide, and I could see that she noticed me looking at Katie.
Chapter 5
The butcher turned away from his meat slicer toward the counter. He had a hair net holding his long beard like a bib, and thick glasses that made his eyes beady and dark.
Chapter 6
The instructions Hilda gave us said that we needed thistle, barley, chicken broth, eggs, and newt eyes.
Chapter 7
It was well after dawn by the time I returned back home. I parked Samantha’s car around the block and walked to my house.
Chapter 8
Mom’s car was not in the driveway when I got home, which meant she wasn’t home from work yet. I left the car just how I’d found it in the driveway then snuck back into the house.
Chapter 9
The old woman’s house was smaller on the inside than it had been on the outside, which I didn’t think was possible.
Chapter 10
The woman smiled at Katie, revealing her sharp teeth once again.
Chapter 11
I gave Mom one more long hug then walked across the bleachers to where Samantha was talking to her mother.
Chapter 1
Albert Ross is the most miserable, pathetic, and terrible thing in the entire universe. He is reviled by many, most of all God.
Chapter 2
Albert Ross enjoyed the breeze blowing through the balcony and across his naked body.
Chapter 3
Sometimes my psychologist appeared as a gaseous fractal from Zuban 8, and other times as a reptilian dodecapus from Fraxil 3.
Chapter 4
Sasha Suresh sat in the café on the 983rd floor of Albert Ross’s building while Becky played with her second helping of breakfast.
Chapter 5
Sasha Suresh watched the television that morning slack-jawed at the little restaurant table on the 983rd floor of Albert Ross’s building.
Chapter 6
Albert Ross never desired power. He wanted to be a hippie without a care in the world, frittering around with reckless abandon.
Chapter 7
By the thirteenth day of Albert Ross’s forced bed rest, the house was on edge. Of course, it was
Chapter 8
A feeling grew from a little seed into a raging inferno the closer he got to completion.
Chapter 9
For one brief moment, she saw her mother and father reunited and in it she found the joy she’d missed her entire life.
Chapter 10
Self-sacrifice was one of the universal binding principles of the entire universe. Neither love, hate, desire, passion, nor even pride was as immortal as that of self-sacrifice.
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