| Author: | Michelle Sagara | ISBN: | 9781101642450 |
| Publisher: | DAW | Publication: | May 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | DAW | Language: | English |
| Author: | Michelle Sagara |
| ISBN: | 9781101642450 |
| Publisher: | DAW |
| Publication: | May 1, 2012 |
| Imprint: | DAW |
| Language: | English |
*The haunting beginning to Michelle Sagara's young adult paranormal trilogy, Queen of the Dead.
It began in the graveyard…*
Ever since her boyfriend Nathan had died in a tragic accident, Emma had been coming to the graveyard at night. During the day she went through the motions at her prep school, in class, with her friends, but that’s all it was. For Emma, life had stopped with Nathan’s death. But tonight was different. Tonight Emma and her dog were not alone in the cemetery. There were two others there—Eric, who had just started at her school, and an ancient woman who looked as though she were made of rags. And when they saw Emma there, the old woman reached out to her with a grip as chilling as death....
Emma was not quite like other girls. It was true that other girls had experienced grief. Other girls had also lost their fathers, or had their boyfriends die in senseless accidents. But though she hadn’t known it till that night in the graveyard, unlike those other girls, she could see, touch, and speak with the dead....
*The haunting beginning to Michelle Sagara's young adult paranormal trilogy, Queen of the Dead.
It began in the graveyard…*
Ever since her boyfriend Nathan had died in a tragic accident, Emma had been coming to the graveyard at night. During the day she went through the motions at her prep school, in class, with her friends, but that’s all it was. For Emma, life had stopped with Nathan’s death. But tonight was different. Tonight Emma and her dog were not alone in the cemetery. There were two others there—Eric, who had just started at her school, and an ancient woman who looked as though she were made of rags. And when they saw Emma there, the old woman reached out to her with a grip as chilling as death....
Emma was not quite like other girls. It was true that other girls had experienced grief. Other girls had also lost their fathers, or had their boyfriends die in senseless accidents. But though she hadn’t known it till that night in the graveyard, unlike those other girls, she could see, touch, and speak with the dead....
