Cold as Marble (Volume 2) (Light as a Feather, Band 2) - Hardcover

Buch 2 von 3: Light as a Feather

Aarsen, Zoe

 
9781534444317: Cold as Marble (Volume 2) (Light as a Feather, Band 2)
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 1534444319 ISBN 13: 9781534444317
Verlag: Simon Pulse, 2019

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Look out for the original series—starring Peyton List, Brent Rivera, Liana Liberato, Ajiona Alexus, and Dylan Sprayberry—now streaming on Hulu!

McKenna’s mission to save her friends from their predicted deaths continues in the second installment in the Light as a Feather series that’s perfect for fans of Pretty Little Liars and The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina!

The deadly game continues…

Olivia and Candace are dead, both casualties of Violet’s deadly game of Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board. McKenna and Mischa are the only ones left, and having failed to locate and destroy the source of Violet’s power, her curse still abounds, eager to claim more lives.

What does Violet want? And how can she be stopped? Armed with a mysterious package containing clues, as well as a little help from the beyond, McKenna hopes to end this once and for all…before it’s too late.

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Zoe Aarsen is a graphic designer and copywriter originally from the Midwest. She is pretty convinced that her apartment is haunted by the ghosts of every cat and hamster she’s ever owned. Visit Zoe Aarsen’s blog at ZoeAarsen.com and follow her on X at @ZoeAarsen.

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Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1
STEAM FILLED THE WINDOWS OF Mischa’s parked car as we sat in the parking lot of Tallmadge Park on Christmas Eve, discussing the deadly predicament we were in.

“We have to consider the possibility that we might have been wrong.” I chose my words carefully, not wanting to set Mischa’s temper ablaze. Once she was upset about something, calming her down was quite a task, and we didn’t have any time to spare. Or, more accurately, she didn’t have any time to spare. “I don’t think the locket was connecting Violet to the curse. You might actually…” I trailed off, earnestly wishing I didn’t have to say the words that followed. “Still be next.”

We were the only people at the park, which had been dusted with snow that morning before the temperature dropped into the single digits. Although I’d been back in Willow from my boarding school for two days already, it had taken some effort to convince my mom to allow me to leave the house with a friend. To be fair, my mom’s concern that I was going to get myself in more trouble while home for the holidays from the Sheridan School for Girls was a valid one.

In fact, it was a pretty safe assumption that trouble was once again on the horizon ever since Mischa had sent me a letter at school—e-mail was not allowed at Sheridan—in which she’d mentioned that she’d heard Violet was giving kids tarot card readings and was telling them how they were going to die… similar to a game of Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board.

And that game was how this nightmare had started in the first place. At the beginning of the school year, Violet had predicted the deaths of our friends Olivia and Candace with such eerie accuracy that we’d concluded she’d actually caused their deaths with her predictions. I’d gotten myself expelled from Willow High School with my attempt to prevent Violet from ever killing anyone else using the same method. I was only back in town for winter break and had been planning on spending my time at home trying to mend my relationship with my mom. Now it seemed like every second that I didn’t dedicate to figuring out how and why Violet had killed my friends—and was rumored to still be predicting deaths—increased the probability that Mischa could die at any second.

We had just eight days to stop Violet, and that was if Mischa lived past the next new moon.

Mischa stared straight ahead through the windshield for a long moment. “Impossible. It had to be the locket, McKenna. Everything feels normal now. You guys broke the curse. It’s over.” She hesitated before adding, “Besides, I’m still alive. That has to mean something, right?”

I could understand why Mischa was eager to believe that the curse had been broken. She was supposed to die after Candace, according to the order in which we’d all taken turns playing the game at Olivia’s birthday party. Back in September, Violet had just moved to town, and we’d thought we were being nice by inviting the shy new girl to hang out with us. We’d had no idea that we’d welcomed a killer into our social circle.

“Maybe it was never the locket,” I mumbled. “And maybe there isn’t even an object connecting her to the curse. We could have been wrong about all of it. It’s not like Trey and I are experts in ghost stuff or anything.”

Desperate to prevent Mischa from dying after Candace drowned in Hawaii in October, my boyfriend Trey and I had researched curses and tried to piece together clues we’d gathered from communicating with spirits using a Ouija board. We’d tried—and mostly failed—to understand messages from the spirit that had been haunting my bedroom since September, which we assumed to be that of my friend Olivia. Olivia had been Violet’s first victim in our town, killed in a grisly car crash the night of a big football game. Her visits had grown increasingly violent as she attempted to help us prevent Candace’s death. Curiously, she hadn’t seemed to follow me to Sheridan, for which I was grateful. It would have been awkward to explain to my roommate the urgency of my need to decipher clues from a vengeful ghost, even though she was a self-professed fan of horror movies and claimed to know a lot about witchcraft. I had assumed Olivia’s ghost had abruptly left me alone when I’d left home because we’d broken the curse. But now that I realized Violet had tricked us, I was afraid that Olivia was just fed up by my failure.

“But didn’t Father Fahey tell you that an object connected her to the ‘other side’?” Mischa asked in a high-pitched voice that suggested she was getting herself worked up. “Why would a priest lie?”

I thought back to the day when Trey and I had gone to St. Monica’s parish to seek out help from Father Fahey, the priest who had baptized both of us. He’d been reluctant to help us, claiming that he didn’t want to involve himself in anything dangerous for fear of jeopardizing the safety of the other priests who lived above the rectory. “He may have just been speculating.”

Father Fahey had convinced Trey and me that Violet had acquired her power to issue death sentences from something in the spirit world, and that a tangible object was the conduit of power between the spirits and her. We’d both gotten ourselves into a ton of legal trouble when we stole her locket and led local police on a wild car chase across central Wisconsin. It turns out that parents on school boards don’t like when moody guys known for mouthing off to teachers and daughters of women who are considered to be town eccentrics threaten pretty girls on the pom squad.

However, since arriving back at home in Willow, I had two plausible reasons to believe that Trey and I had failed to completely break the curse. The first was that someone had anonymously sent me a mysterious lunar calendar with the dates of Olivia and Candace’s deaths circled on it to suggest a pattern, along with obituaries of kids from Lake Forest, Violet’s hometown. I would never have guessed that the moon had anything to do with my friends’ deaths, but if I was right about the logic suggested by the dates circled on the calendar, Mischa should have died exactly as Violet had predicted: before the most recent new moon.

The second reason I doubted that we’d actually broken Violet’s curse had been provided by Mischa, herself. Although Mischa’s parents had transferred her out of Willow High School and enrolled her at St. Patrick’s in Ortonville to put distance between her and Violet, her boyfriend, Matt, was still at Willow. He was the one who’d told her about the tarot readings that Violet gave in study hall. “I mean, if we really broke the curse, then why is she still making kids play games with her?”

Mischa demanded, “Let me see that moon thing again.” I handed her the piece of paper that I’d been carrying around, folded in my back pocket, for the last two days. She squinted at the five columns organized by phases of the moon, and the dates circled in red pen. “This just looks like a bunch of moon shapes and circled dates. Who did you say sent this to you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Someone just put it in my mailbox addressed to me the day I got home. There wasn’t even any...

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Verlag
Simon Pulse
Erscheinungsdatum
2019
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1534444319
ISBN 13 
9781534444317
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Anzahl der Seiten
384
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