Enter the Night
Norah Wilson and Heather Doherty
Series: Casters Series 2
Published on October 11, 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult
In Comes the Night, Alex Robbins, Brooke Saunders and Maryanne Hemlock, three troubled seniors at Streep Academy, learned to escape their pain — escape their very bodies — by casting a dark piece of themselves out through the stained glass window high in the attic of their dorm, Harvell House.
Casting has been the salvation of each of the girls, but particularly for Maryanne. The wholesome good girl of the trio, Maryanne nevertheless harbors a secret — and a darkness — unrivaled by tattooed scenester Alex or beautiful badass Brooke. Casting provides Maryanne a desperately needed reprieve from her guilt and pain, but it’s become like a drug. And as with any drug, it only masks the real problems … and brings dangers of its own.
When Maryanne starts dating Bryce Walker, son of the notorious “Heller” hunter Ira Walker, is it first love, or is there a darker, more self-destructive impulse at play? As the superstitious citizens of Mansbridge begin to mutter and scan the night skies for Hellers, can the hunted lie down with the hunter and emerge unscathed?
Excerpt 1 – Enter the Night
SETUP: The girls, in Caster form, are paying a visit to the Walker farm on their first day back after Christmas break. Hovering in mid-air, they are peering in the window of the shed at Bryce Walker, grandson of legendary Heller hunter Ira Walker, which makes him absolutely the last guy Maryanne should be crushing on.
“Oh, God! You’ve got the hots for Bryce Walker!” Brooke accused.
“What?” The frown was clear in Alex’s voice. “No way!”
“Haven’t we all had enough trouble from the Walkers?” Brooke’s voice rose again. “All those damn Walkers!”
Maryanne didn’t miss that—we all. They all. Legends and hunters. They all had legacies.
Nor did she answer. She kept staring in through the window, her eyes riveted on Bryce.
“What’s he doing?” Alex asked, her curiosity apparently trumping her anxiety, at least for the moment.
“I don’t know.” Maryanne said. “Something…something for shop class maybe?”
“Right, Maryanne,” Brooke said. “Bryce Walker is in there finishing up that smokin’ bird house he’s been working on over the Christmas holiday! Give me a break! He’s just—”
“Standing too still.” Maryanne’s words were a whisper, even to the casters’ ears. They all watched, silently now, as Bryce stood there, stone still and tense. He didn’t even seem to be breathing. Then he did move, and suddenly. His right hand shot sideways to an electrical outlet just above the table, below the shelf. With one quick snap of the electrical cord, the shed was in darkness, and then the casters were not.
As Maryanne processed what was happening, Bryce flew to the door and snapped on the yard light. The three of them were suddenly bathed in brilliant white light.
“Go, go, go!” Alex shouted.
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