The Whispering Dead (Gravekeeper, #1)

by Darcy Coates

Zoe shoved both muffins toward Keira. “Eat. You look like Skeletor and that guy from The Machinist had a baby, and that’s not a compliment.”

Harry, why don’t you invite Keira to your next band rehearsal? You have such a pretty voice. I’m sure she’d enjoy it.” Another heavy, laborious sigh escaped Harry. “It’s post-transient death grunge. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”