Mama’s boy Chester Hubert drums up the courage to ask a witch’s granddaughter to the school dance—and finds himself hurtling through a modern, demonic fairy tale.
Quiet, elfin Flannery is not like other kids. She has caught the attention of the faerie, beautiful evil creatures from a mysterious Otherworld. They seduce their victims at midnight raves, then feed them to a dragon. For sport, they hunt souls with a black dog of prodigious evil. And they have taken Flannery for one of their own.
Thrust together in the Otherworld’s dark enchantment, Flannery and Chester discover they know each other better than they know their own hearts ... but can they sort things out before the black dog finds them?
And what was that about a dragon?
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / GeneralOriginally published by Prime Books in 2005, Killing with the Edge of the Moon has sold steadily for nearly a decade.
At once, the door whined open, and Nedra swiftly ushered them into the cottage.
Chet threw himself on the witch, bawling, “Nedra—get us out of here!”
The crone wheeled with him into a cluttered space: Hundreds of apple-faced dolls hung from the rafters. Tree bark masks crowded the wicker-woven walls.
Only one piece of furniture occupied the intimate enclosure—Nedra’s tree stump altar displaying hare-skull goblet, black glass knife, and seashell plate piled high with the yellow teeth of carnivores. Lit by a raging fire in a crude stone hearth, the room glowed amber and crimson as twilight.
Nedra pried herself loose from panicky Chet and waved anxiously at her granddaughter. “Close the door, Flower Face.”
Flannery secured the latch.
“How do we get out?” Chet hopped like a zoo-monkey. “What do we do?”
With two outstretched arms, Nedra distanced him. “Calm down, Chester.”
“Get us out of here and I’ll calm down.”
“There is no way out from here.” The witch motioned at the rustic surroundings and the tree stump of magical gear. “This is not an exit or even a sanctuary.”
“Neddie—the Theena Shee are right behind us!” Flannery’s flushed face buckled, ready to burst into tears. “They’ll be here any...”
Violent pounding shook the flimsy door.
“Flannery—” Nedra beckoned with a careless voice, as though merely requesting a cup of tea. “Bring me the wand.”
Gnashing cries and eerie howls raged outside. The wicker walls shuddered, toppling masks and swaying the hanging poppets.
“You’re a witch!” Chet wailed. “Can’t you do something?”
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Translated by Francesco Piredda
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