Hey guys, welcome to the fifth day of The Non Reluctant Reader YA Paranormal Spooktacular! I'm pleased to welcome Kendare Blake, author of Anna Dressed in Blood and Girl of Nightmares. First Jessica will guest post, then there will be a giveaway! So read on and prepared to be scared! And make sure when tweeting about it you use the hashtag #NRRYASpooktacular! See the schedule of the entire event and all the authors featured HERE.
It's been months since the ghost of Anna Korlov opened a door to Hell in her basement and disappeared into it, but ghost-hunter Cas Lowood can't move on.
His friends remind him that Anna sacrificed herself so that Cas could live—not walk around half dead. He knows they're right, but in Cas's eyes, no living girl he meets can compare to the dead girl he fell in love with.
Now he's seeing Anna everywhere: sometimes when he's asleep and sometimes in waking nightmares. But something is very wrong...these aren't just daydreams. Anna seems tortured, torn apart in new and ever more gruesome ways every time she appears.
Cas doesn't know what happened to Anna when she disappeared into Hell, but he knows she doesn't deserve whatever is happening to her now. Anna saved Cas more than once, and it's time for him to return the favor.
Kendare Blake's Halloween Costume of her Heart
I love Halloween. The candy. The fall colors. The Candy. The costumes. The CANDY. The raucous parties made more intense by the strange feeling that something is ending; the summer, the year, the life cycle of seasonal plants. And obviously, THE CANDY.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to dress up for Halloween. For years, there’s been a costume I’ve been chasing, intending to find the stuff necessary to put it together. And it never happens. So I’m going to talk about it now, in an effort to find closure and let the fucker go.
The costume is: Goldfish who outgrew her bowl.
I would need: goggles. Swimfins painted orange. An orange bodysuit with gauzy fins sewn on. A sphere of plastic around my middle, with fish rocks glued to the bottom half and maybe some plastic plants. Or maybe I’d just carry around a little plastic castle, all sad like.
I want to be that fish. Because I would look horrible and ridiculous.
But this will never happen. One year I went so far as to purchase the goggles and orange dye for some kind of jumpsuit. Never used it. So I have to let it go. I have to move on, and think about other, more attainable costumes. Like the back end of a horse. Or the Hamburglar. Or that first chick who got eaten by Jaws.
I feel better already.
Kendare has generously offered up one signed copy of Girl of Nightmares! Enter after the page break!