The Reaping (Steinbeck and Reed, #2)

by Jess Lourey

“Don’t you see?” she continued. “We shouldn’t do anything for the dead. We have only one job on this earth, and it has to do with the living: we must love those put in our path as hard as we can, every day.”

those kinds of sounds—the delicate crunch of lace ice across puddles, the click-clack of river rocks underwater, the glitter-snap of biting into freshly made honeycomb toffee.

There it was. As plain as he could say it. A charge flickered between them, and she grew as still as a painting. Harry realized he was holding himself still, too.

“They’re like if a cover-up screwed a mystery and gave birth to a secret.