The Dead-Side Girl

“When I look at my hands long enough, my blood starts to boil.”

There’s something wrong with Molly Sheridan. Seventeen years of being too tall, of having the wrong hair, the wrong face, the wrong skin color. Now they're telling her she's a werewolf, and suddenly it all makes sense. She'll have a pack. She'll finally have somewhere she belongs.

Whoops, never mind—turns out she’s the wrong type of werewolf too.

Molly is a Kitteret, a rare creature whose traumatic legacy breeds suspicion among her newfound kin. Roused by the strange power lingering in her blood, the voices of the dead rebound inside her head while the touch of the living sets her skin to burning. A concussive violence builds within her. Hurt intermingles with rage and it’s all Molly can do to keep from exploding. Even worse, her contact with a dangerous vampire who offers answers the wolves don't have now threatens to break an unspoken truce.

The Dead-Side Girl is a story about isolation and want, about empathy and pain, about forcing people out and letting people in. The Dead-Side Girl is a story about blood, and what blood can do.