A Novel Way to Die (Nevermore Bookshop Mysteries, #6)

by Steffanie Holmes

“They are given to all kinds of marvelous beliefs, are subject to trances and visions, and frequently see strange sights, and hear music and voices in the air. The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, and twilight superstitions…” – Washington Irving, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

America was one crazy-ass country, but they did Halloween up RIGHT.

Yes....yes we are

“I have crossed eons of time to find you, Miiiiina. Soon, I will taste your sweet blood and we will be together for all eternity.”

Ewwww

“Of all the bad omens we’ve received this morning, the fact my mother agrees with you has me the most concerned.”

handed it to Morrie, who read through the titles with a raised eyebrow. “The Clavicle of Solomon, The Book of Soyga, the Saducismus Triumphatus, the Rohonc Codex… These are some of our rarest occult books. Are you looking to summon Beelzebub for a little depraved carnal relations yourself?”

and I knew you’d never hand over these books willingly, we, the committee for the Defense against Immorality, Adultery, Bestiality, Lucifer and the Occult—” she gestured to her posse “—have raised the money to purchase them. So hand them over.” “You know, your committee name spells DIABLO,” Morrie said.

“I don’t believe them for a minute.” Morrie shook his head. “Any self-respecting Satanist knows that Lucifer is sick of eating goat and would much prefer pizza.”

Jo had been an…interesting flatmate. Between the hearts in the fridge and the plague of locusts she unleashed inside the house, we never had a dull moment.

‘What doesn’t kill you gives you unhealthy coping mechanisms and a wicked sense of humor.’”

It didn’t help that Quoth didn’t come home at all. I called and texted him to tell him what happened, and all he did was send me a gif of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

He’d never lied to me before, not ever. I didn’t even know he was capable of lying. But he was. And he did.

I had to work through that fear until I could see my vision emerging from the chaos. The only way out was through.

“No one messes with my Mina,” a voice barked through the darkness. “Mrs. Ellis!” I cried, clutching my throat.

Nevermore Bookshop was my home, and I’d defend it, and those I love, until my dying breath.

“You want Nevermore Bookshop? You’re going to have to go through us first. Bring it on, bloodsucker.”