But why?” Vimbai whispered, overwhelmed with the weight of accumulated disbelief. “What is happening to us?””Who knows?” Maya shrugged. “Who cares? Enjoy it while you can, why don’t you? There will be tons of boring...

That was the trouble with the supernatural, Vimbai thought–you didn’t know what laws ruled it, and what was a coincidence and what was a sign and what was weird and what wasn’t. It was like...

We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison...

Helen devises plans to become a monster herself.