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"We are May your journey be--"

Before the sentence could be completed, the solidity beneath Bishop dropped away He hadn’t had a chance to brace hiht feel like--a cleansing pain that would help him focus on the all-iony unlike anything he’d ever experienced He struggled against it, but it was too much, and he had his very first doubt about his success

But it was too late for doubts Too late for fear Too late for anything

As he continued to fall with no way to stop his torturous descent, he felt his h the barrier surrounding the human city, Bishop realized he’d never before heard himself screa had to stop?

--Robert Browning

Chapter 1

"This is going to be an a all around us

"You think so?" I yelled back

"Best night ever!"

Sure My throat already hurt and we’d only been here for a half hour So far it felt like every Friday night at Crave, elbow to elboith other sweaty kids on the dance floor

Don’t get es clubs here in Trinity, it was a decent place to hang out--especially with eat us would think that Carly and I were the polar opposite of each other in looks and attitude Carly Kessler was a curvy, flippy-haired blonde with a sunny personality whereas I was a skinny, nonsunny, long-haired brunette And yet ere still best friends and had been forever

After a few htclub, Carly clutched my arm, her face flushed with excitelanced over e of the dance floor He was looking atat

Everyone has that one crush, the guy they can’t stop thinking about even though it’s totally hopeless Stephen Keyes was orgeous with jet-black hair and carahborhood, him two doors down from me He mowed lawns in the summer I watched from my bedroom

It was such a cliché, really The weird, unpopular chick with the massive crush on the hot, older jock

As far as I knew, Stephen was supposed to be at university in California, two thousand miles away I’d even watched his parents help hiust I wondered why he was back only a couple of e of the dance floor looking distant and delectable He was standing right next toas Stephen leaned close enough for me to hear him over the loud throb of the music