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I learned to find something sharp. A broken shell. A rough edge. Something that reminded meI was still in my own body. That's whatI did the summer after my sister left. My name is June Hart, and in a town as small and circular as Spindrift,I know everyone who...
The cattle were eating dust and regret, and the bank didn't accept either one for payment. My name is Lucy Belle Hartfield, and I have been losing this ranch one dry season at a time. Jacob has been dead two years. The herd is down from forty head to a dozen, ribs...
The note slid through the mail slot at midnight, and it knew my name. For forty-three years, O'Brien's Bakery has been the heart of Harborside. My mother built it with her own hands. She kneaded through arthritis and iced through a tremor she hid from everyone until...
Mercy Crane. 1756 to 1776. Twenty years old. Lily traces the worn letters of the headstone she shares half her name with — and a thousand miles away, in that same moment, her mother collapses. Lily is sixteen. She came to the Old Granary Burying Ground because her mom...
One word, hissed through clenched teeth in the misty green dark of the greenhouse, landed in her chest like a stone. "Petunia." It wasn't a flower they were arguing about. It was a name. A secret. Something Alistair Pemberton did not want anyone alive to know — and...
One more hard week. That's all Maeve MacKenzie tells herself she needs. The first Honeycrisp of the season snaps clean in her hand, and it's already gone wrong. Bitter pit. Not enough calcium in the soil, or too much August rain, or the trees just getting old, like...
Seventeen years ago, Evie put the truth in a bottle and threw it into the sea. She was sixteen the last summer she believed she'd come back. Lydia was the reckless one, the bright one, the one who dared her to be brave. They sealed their secrets in green glass and made...
Seven years away, and the first thing Harvest Hollow tells Maeve is that she still can't park. Maeve Callahan left her small town for a design career and never once looked back. Then her grandmother's voicemail changed everything. Maeve, sweetheart, I know you're busy,...
The envelope was thick enough to feel wrong in Fern's hand. Inside it: a poem she copied from her dead mother's notebook seventeen times, until the handwriting almost matched. Almost.The r's were never quite right. Fern Delaney's mother won the Port Iris Poetry Prize...
He swore he would never love. She crossed his border to save her dying sister. The bargain would bind them both. As a boy, Kieran Thornwood watched his mother work a thornwood blade and learned the cruelest law of the fae. "Love is a wound," she whispered. "It opens...
When Addie was small, a dead girl reached through the closet door. Pale fingers that bent at angles that weren't quite right. Black hair plastered to her skull. A dress dripping river water onto the carpet. And where her eyes should have been, smooth pale skin, like a...
I was ten when my mother walked down the gravel path and onto the ferry. I made her a promise she told me not to keep. "I'll make the diner so good that you'll come back,"I said. She shook her head. "Don't promise things you can't keep." Then she was a shape in the...
Her father couldn't choose between two countries. So he chose to leave. Paloma was seven when her papa crouched on the gravel driveway, cupped her cheeks in the same hands that taught her the G chord, kissed her forehead, and drove the old blue Chevy toward the bridge...
Seventy-two hours. No phone. No way out. Maya didn't sign up for this. Her mother drove her up the hill to Port Blossom, handed over her cracked phone like it was something Maya shouldn't have, and called it doing the right thing. "I'm doing a thing," Maya told...
Ash always finds its way onto her tongue. Sanna Mordecai is nineteen, and for eleven months she has been the girl who got it wrong. The crescent birthmark in her palm — the oracle's mark, the one that once burned hot and true with visions — has gone cold and flat and...
The night the lights went out, I lost my sister. I was twelve, kneeling in a pile of copper wire, when the world simply stopped. No flicker. No warning. The lanterns died like birds falling out of the sky. And a mile away, in the dark, Lenny screamed my name once and...
Six hundred and thirty-one days since her father washed up with the tide. People still leave beer cans on Harbor Street, like he might come back. Nora has walked the same route home every one of those days, the number sitting in her chest like a stone she can't...
Cassie saw the van. She saw the driver's face. And he saw hers. It was supposed to be two minutes. Wait outside the diner while Leo's mom finished her shift. Leo, eight years old, gap-toothed grin, his one-eared stuffed rabbit tucked under his arm. Then the thud. The...
In 1940s Harlem, a lie can keep you alive. Or get you killed on the church steps. Dahlia Wainwright runs her dead mother's beauty salon on Lenox Avenue. She rents the back room to a man who runs numbers. She keeps her head down, her ledger clean, and her sister's...
Keep the light alive. That was the rule. Eleven-year-old Finn has climbed his grandfather's lighthouse a hundred times. He knows every groaning step, every gap where the wind whistles, every brass gear his grandpa polished for forty-two years. But he has never seen a...
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