The Tricking of Freya: A Novel

by Christina Sunley

If my mother died because of my cartwheel, would that make me a murderer? Would I get sent to jail?

In that moment I felt my first hate.

Our entire trip rested on lies that shifted beneath us like tectonic plates and eventually collided.

My heart quivered like one of those skinny whippet dogs you see shivering on the streets of Manhattan.