You're So Dead to Me (Grimdale Graveyard Mysteries, #1)

by Steffanie Holmes

It feels like I swallowed a stone and it’s expanding inside me, squeezing out every breath, squashing the food I eat and crowding out every happy thought I try to chase. Dragging me down, down, down into the center of the Earth.

“That’s what you get for messing with Buffalo Crumperbunts!” “His name is Benedict Cumberbatch,” I say. Pax’s smile grows wide with mischief. “Bumblesnuff Crimpysnitch.”

Nothing is permanent, not even death.

It’s not fair that I can talk to the dead, but I can’t save the people I love.

He tastes exactly the way I expect Ambrose to taste, like wide open spaces and fresh air, like the first page of a brand new journal, like ink pens and spice markets and sea salt on the breeze.