**Contains Triggers: Mentions of Child Death or Harm** We co-existed peacefully once, with hardly a sighting, but then something happened. The Chitids became aggressive, killing humans en masse — especially targeting our children.
Stephen King’s The Institute pulled me instantly with its blend of suspense and emotional depth. I’ve always been fascinated by narratives that explore hidden powers and moral dilemmas, and this novel delivers these concepts in a thought-provoking manner.
A Dark and Secret Magic mixes cozy romance with small-town fantasy. This whimsical novel keeps you hooked with forbidden magic and a high-risk, slow-burn romance coming out of the woods.
The tissue-paper wrapped clutch bag had been nestled at the back of Clara’s wardrobe ever since she had moved in. She was a frail little lady who fell easily if she didn’t have a sturdy support, and she could be forgetful at times. Everyone was surprised that she’d never had an official diagnosis of dementia, although if she had, there’d be nothing anyone could do to cure it.
Joshua turned off the car radio and leaned back in his seat. His senses were alert, tuned to the daily news about the plight of migrants at the United States–Mexico border. A male voice reported the latest separations of families caught in the crackdown.
I was late to the party, and by the time I got there, everyone was in various stages of intoxication. I saw that there were some fathers of some of the younger kids there, too. Many of the kids who helped on the show were even younger than the cast, and had to have their parents take them to and from the theatre.
I had only been in one show out there before, and that had been in the winter. I wasn’t prepared for the heat, the air, and the humidity that summer and what that experience would bring.
Alim held out his hand and took the shemai. He tried not to eat it quickly. He tried to savor it and make it last, but it disappeared from the paper almost before he had felt its weight in his hands.
Her garden is the second most special thing to her. The most special is Charlie. If she joins her garden, Charlie can continue to work with all their seeds and their rich soil and the silly little jokes no one else but they cared to hear. They could still work together.
So singular was their purpose — I wanted my friends to feel the weight of their
craving, but they were not present. They were hidden somewhere, pressed against a dark obsession with their position, they battled their worries from day to day.
Julia was only half listening. She was concentrating on her dad. Looking at the redness in his wrinkled cheeks, at his thin lips bent into a faint smile and at the sparkle in his small, sunken eyes as he continued to stare through the glass.