The Lies we Steal (The Hollow Boys Book 1)

To the ones who love the darkness and all that lurks there.

And to Stephen King, because of you, I am.

My greatest kept secret.

My worst mistake.

The girl that once burned my sad memories, only to become the gasoline that fueled them.

Tomorrow the birds will sing, Sage.

I repeated the words her voice said the last time we spoke.

And I will set every last one of them on fucking fire.

Miss Americana had demons. Skeletons. Things she’d die if anyone found out about.