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

by Steffanie Holmes

Pax beams. “The Great British Bake Off is the kind of battle that poets sing about, except instead of wooden horses and cutting off the heads of enemies, there’s buttercream and finger sandwiches.

I’m fine,” I lie. “I have something in my eye.” “You do,” he nods in agreement. “You have sadness. But I will find a way to make it better.”

“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.” “You’re ridiculous.”

Are you having fun, Bree?” “I am, although I think the film went over Pax’s head a little.” “I believe it,” Ambrose says. “Pax has explained to me what happened, but I’m more confused than ever. Is Butterscotch Cutiebrunch the grizzled army commander or the tough-as-nails pub brawler?”

“So that’s Birdiebeak Cribblysnitch,” Edward drawls as he slides into the empty seat. “Pax is right. He does look like me.” “He does not,”