Demon Road

If you can’t stand to be alone with your thoughts, maybe there’s something wrong with your thoughts.

how easily the hunter can become the prey. All it takes is a new perspective.

I know you've got your guns and you're really good at being horrible to people, but do you seriously think you can threaten him?" Milo frowned. "I'm not horrible to people." "Really? You really don't think you're horrible to people?" "No," he said, a little defensively. "I'm nice. Everyone says it." "Oh man," said Amber. "People have lied to you. Like, a lot.

They're here!" he cried, slamming the door and scuttling to the window. Amber frowned. "The vampires?" Glen looked back at her, real fear on his face. "Your parents.

Milo turned to Glen. "What about you? Can I trust you not to do anything stupid?" "I am a creature of the night," Glen whispered. "That'll have to do," said Milo, and hurried out.

TWELVE HOURS BEFORE AMBER LAMONT’S parents tried to kill her, she was sitting between them in the principal’s office, her hands in her lap, stifling all the things she wanted to say.

There's no need to make a big deal out of it," said Milo, but Glen was already moving towards the front door. "I need to walk," he said. "I need to... I need to be free!" And then he was gone, the door swinging closed behind him. "What a dramatic young man," said Althea.

The one in the glasses looks cute." "He's a tool." "But not that cute," Sally said quickly. "In fact, if you had let me finish before interrupting, you would have heard me say he looks cute, but, on closer inspection, he's obviously a tool.

I... I think I broke his jaw. And bit his finger off." "You bit his finger?" "I bit his finger off.

Where you from?" "Florida." "Florida," he repeated. "Wait, you mean with Disney World and all?" "Yep, we have Disney World." "You ever been?" "A few times," she said. Always with friends, though - never with her parents. "Aw man," said Walter. "Disney World. I'd like that, walking around and everything looking like it's out of a cartoon or something. Ever meet Mickey Mouse?" "I have." Walter laughed. "That's cool. You met Mickey Mouse. That's cool." "I'm from Ireland," said Glen. "I don't care," said Walter.

Those rocks we stepped over to get here – I’m assuming they go right around your property, yes? What do you need with a protective circle?” Jacob examined him,