An Excerpt From
Snow in Summer
Mirror, mirror on the wall…
"Fear the Hunter," the mirror's masked face said, startling me out of my memories.
“Fear the Hunter, fear the knife,
Fear the edge that takes a life.”
The mirror spoke as if Hunter was capitalized, like a name or a rank of some kind.
"The Hunter? Who's that?" I asked, but the mirror had gone silent. In the silence I heard a car door slam right outside.
Stepmama was home.
I slipped back out of her room so fast my shadow had trouble keeping up, and I headed down the hallway as if going to the bathroom.
That was where she found me.