Hollow Heathens (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #1)

by Nicole Fiorina

The chill from his stare was like a hit of menthol, cooling my insides and freezing me in this spot.

Monsters could have hearts too, and the truth was, we had a heart just like every other living thing. But we couldn’t let anyone get close enough to feel it, see it, take it, shape it.

he surrounded me like the abyss of a shadow––everywhere

everywhere and nowhere enough, inside every corner of my soul even I was too scared to venture.