The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

Outside, the campus was bustling with students, a hint of the approaching autumn on the wind, stirring the leaves that would soon lose their chlorophyll and show the world how beautiful it is to die.

The leaves had all gone crimson and russet, the candles and confections cinnamon. Walking around campus was a fever dream of autumnal wonders and still, nearing the middle of October, she knew the charm had only just begun. Professor Murdoch, on the other hand, had lost all of his charm.

Turning on his heel, he strode away, one hand in his pocket and the other—the one that had just been so very close to touching her—clenched in a fist at his side.

THE HAND THING

“You can be surrounded by people and still be alone, Atta.”