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350 pages, Paperback
Published January 12, 2015





“The dozens of watercolor children wandering the garden all stop and turn to face me. Their eyes, glowing with the same golden phosphorescence as their teacher’s, pierce me with their cold cruelty. As one, they rush me, their little faces turned up in snarls like rabid animals, their teeth gleaming in the light cast from each other’s radiant gazes.”
“Funny how all high schools look the same. The dilapidated lockers. The scuffed floors that never seem to come clean. The ubiquitous water stained ceiling tiles at every turn.”
“…as my mind continues to wander, the strange connections between the boy and me begin to pop up like dandelions in the front yard.”
“Water drips down on my head from above, each chilling rivulet like a dead man’s finger tracing the line of my scalp.”![]()
