“An incredibly gifted new author.”
Punky Lucia Moberg turns sixteen in a week. She steals CDs from stores, argues with Mom, pines for the rebel boy next door. But adolescence ends fast in a mall parking lot when Luc’s professor father is shot dead in an apparent botched stickup. The killer flees, and so ignites an inferno that will engulf all the women it touches: a mother whose domestic life is shrouded in darkness, a pregnant outlaw desperate for a secure life, a dogged family cop atoning for her own family’s collapse, and Lucia herself, caught in the peril and violence that surrounds her.
“Sometimes I forget what’s real around this place and what isn’t. I admit it. The thing is, I’ve lived a lot of lives over my short time in this world.”
And something lunged out of the crackling blue gel and grabbed her wrist. It yanked her back toward the static wall from where it came. It was the shape of a human hand, but more like the gray fractal image of a hand, what you’d see if you stared at a Magic Eye picture for long enough. And its contact with Paige’s skin gave off a feedback screech. It was fixing to drag her back through, or kill her trying.