Defy the Dark
Carrie Ryan, Saundra Mitchell
Language: English
Pages: 496
ISBN: 006212353X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The seventeen original stories in Defy the Dark, an eerie, mind-bending YA anthology, could only take place in darkness.
Open the pages and discover: A creepy guy who stares too long. The secrets of the core of the earth. Dreams of other people’s lives. A girl who goes mad in the darkness. Monsters in Bavaria. A generational spaceship where night doesn’t exist. And other mysteries and oddities.
The contributors to the enthralling collection are: Sarah Rees Brennan, Tessa Gratton, Rachel Hawkins, Christine Johnson, Valerie Kemp, Malinda Lo, Myra McEntire, Saundra Mitchell, Sarah Ockler, Jackson Pearce, Aprilynne Pike, Dia Reeves, Beth Revis, Carrie Ryan, Jon Skovron, Courtney Summers, and Kate Espy, winner of the Defy the Dark new author contest.
put my whole life into perspective.” “Or kill you!” “Either way.” He sat on the blue bench next to the brown-and-white trolley stop sign. “Death is an answer.” “Death is a question. The ultimate question.” Patricia tugged at him but didn’t have the muscle to move him off the bench. The more frantic she became, the calmer Cado felt, happy even. She wasn’t laughing at or pitying him now. Patricia gave up her attempts to haul him bodily from the trolley stop and instead sat beside him. She took
inside at a vanity applying mascara to the third eye in her forehead. That third eye winked at Cado just before the trolley plunged into freefall. Into darkness. The track leveled off seconds later, and after Cado’s stomach had settled back into place, he realized the trolley lights had shorted out, maybe damaged by the rapid descent. Outside, however, glowing pink corkscrews of light spiraled down in the dark like fancy New Year’s Eve confetti. After a few moments, it began to get lighter
dreaming, but it felt more like a memory. Like that déjà vu stuff people talk about. I guess that’s what I get for riding like a maniac. Crazy dreams about brothers I never had. My hands and legs are all scratched up and bleeding, but when I lift my right arm to check the damage, there is none. Instead, I see the jagged scar I’ve had for as long as I can remember. That fall must’ve really done a number on me. I’m woozy but I manage to make it to standing. It’s gonna be a long walk home. Mama’s
came home and he turned the TV up extra loud again and it was getting late and I was so tired by then that I started to nod off over my homework. And if I was right that I could only go places at night, I definitely didn’t want to fall asleep right then. I thought about reading for a while to keep myself awake. But I was still half convinced that all this was some crazy paranoia from reading too much of that crap. So instead I did something drastic. I went downstairs and watched TV with Bill.
her again if I’m not around to stop him.” “Ah, well, if that’s all,” he said, and smiled. “Stopping a man from beating his wife or girlfriend is something I am very good at. Come, I will need to gather a few ingredients. Then before you release his body, we will give him a potion that will make him violently ill whenever he tries to harm your mother.” “You can do that?” His smile grew mischievous. “That and many other things, little nightwalker. Watch and learn.” “What about that?” I asked,