by Jill Archer
“Is that the end of his story?” I asked.
Rafe shook his head. “He came back to life.”
“No one comes back to life in Halja, Rafe.”
“Some people don’t,” he said sadly. “But you will, Noon.” And then he put his hands in his pockets and started whistling, like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I followed his lead. Two could play at that game.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Acknowledgments
PART I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
PART II
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29