Synopsis

Nevermore Leone has been raising her sisters practically since they were born. Now she’s seventeen, and they’re wild as could be. She tries to hold her household together but finds it’s almost impossible with a mother that’s nearly never there, and sisters determined to do whatever they want.

When she meets Coby Henley, things start to get better. She has someone to talk with, who she can say anything to and not be judged.

Only, things appear to get worse every time Never turns around. Bizarre things start happening around her house. She keeps seeing people, and those people are determined to hurt, if not kill, her. Now, Never must protect herself, her sisters, and Coby from forces unseen. All they want is to make it out alive, and the odds grow slimmer with each passing night.

Excerpt

Coby yelled, coming around the end of the bed.

He couldn’t move fast enough, though. The girl dragged me down the hall. I couldn’t figure out how, because it seemed like her legs didn’t move at all. Her body pulled backwards, but she seemed completely motionless.

As she hauled me, I went backwards. My head bounced off the floor, and my vision went blurry for a second. I screamed again, another pealing sound of terror. Down the hallway, my sisters’ bedroom door opened, and Story came stumbling out. Her feet didn’t seem to work, telling me that she had just gotten out of bed. “What’s happening!” she yelled.

She must’ve seen the girl, because she gasped, and yelled, “Who is that?”

The girl hauling me whipped around. Coby had nearly reached me at that point, and he tried to grab my hand. His fingers brushed against mine, and then I was airborne, and had nothing to hold onto.

I slammed into the wall, and pain shot through my entire body. I hit the floor, and rolled just as one of the picture frames came tumbling down. It slammed into the ground with a shatter, but I barely heard it. My head throbbed, and it felt like my shoulder had been wrenched from its socket, even though it hadn’t.

Rolling onto my hands and knees, I stared up at the girl. Story gasped, and took a step toward me. I could see Brell standing behind her, eyes wide and horrified.

In the next second, I felt a wave of something wash through the hallway. Story’s feet went out from underneath her. She flew backwards, and slammed into Brell. My sisters hit the ground, shouting in pain and surprise. Their bedroom door slammed shut, making the entire hallway shudder.

About the Author

Sarah Hall was born in Dallas, Texas but currently resides in a suburb of Phoenix, Arizona. She has always had an interest in writing and wrote her first novel at the age of fifteen. She has more books than she has room, a large music library, six cats, pet rats, and an abundance of toys. She’s loved writing paranormal and fantasy books for as long as she can, and will always continue to do so.

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