1 A.M.   There was light. Such gorgeous, brilliant light. Then hunger. I was dying. I needed something. Anything.  Lurching forward, I stung my hand on the nightstand and clasped something...

Would you want to know what date you are going to die? Victoria Laurie poses this question in an admirable way in her novel When. Madelyn Fynn is a junior in high school who was given an innate ability...

Casey Blank ran the tip of her finger down the edge of her Sunday paper.  There was something elegant to be found in Casey’s big ears and narrow chin, and her hair curled in a way that the earth seemed...

He could see his feet moving, felt his heart racing, but no sound broke through its muffled barrier.  Not the sound of leaves crackling, twigs snapping, pebbles crunching.  Just a dull thud in the back...