You know how there were gremlins wandering around and biting people into thinking they were zombies? You know what you didn't want getting bitten. Actual damn zombies. Kitty, Tino and the flamingo (don't ask) had managed to get the zombies offstage and safely locked up for the day, so at least anyone coming in didn't have to worry about getting ( Read more... )

Stifling heat was nothing new for Ronan. This place wasn't that different from Henrietta. It was the kind of heat that made it hard to breathe, made you just want to lay down and sleep until fall. It was terrible and awful, the kind of weather when people got violent because what else was there to do ( Read more... )

When Ronan wandered into town, it tended to be for the purpose of tooling around with his car or heading for the causeway to find some fun elsewhere. Today, he'd actually decided to stop and spend some money on island ( Read more... )

"What in the ever loving fuck is this?" Ronan had nearly shouted when he'd woken up and realized what was happening. Yes, he'd been warned about this and yes, he'd almost expected his run of good luck to end but like this? That wasn't even fair ( Read more... )

Even though Ronan was pretty used to the island being a giant dipshit, it still didn't meant he dealt with it well. After this weekend, he'd prowled around his room for awhile before stomping out, yelling at some random person in town before eventually ending up in the parking lot with his car ( Read more... )

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements ( Read more... )

The weather was still a little cloudy in the evening, but it was warm enough that hopefully people would still feel like partying. There was certainly enough food for a party, along with cool drinks and equipment for beach games like beach volleyball. Or beach dodgeball. Or beach something-else-with-balls because the residents and alumni of Fandom ( Read more... )

Few things could make Ronan almost smile. One of those few things was his car. The BMW was covered in pollen and in desperate need of an oil change and some new tires but it still made Ronan feel a little better just by seeing it. How Gansey clung to the Pig, Ronan didn't know, when there were things out there with so much more power and that ( Read more... )

Ronan had been on his way off island, lugging a bag of equipment and balancing the crown underneath his arm when he'd walked into the fog. It had been thick, choking and he'd shuddered. The crown just seemed...meaningless to him now. A piece of plastic. Crap ( Read more... )

Leland Gaunt's plans were proceeding ever so nicely. Far better than he had hoped. There were tendrils out in the ether; there were possibilities branching off from one another. He'd known this island was a good choice.

The sign in the window still read:

NEEDFUL THINGS
A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORE

You Won't Believe Your Eyesand Leland Gaunt waited ( Read more... )