Dark and Shallow Lies
(Sprache: Englisch)
A teen girl disappears from her tiny town deep in the Louisiana bayou, where magic festers beneath the surface of the swamp like water rot, in this chilling supernatural thriller for fans of Natasha Preston and Stephanie Perkins.
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A teen girl disappears from her tiny town deep in the Louisiana bayou, where magic festers beneath the surface of the swamp like water rot, in this chilling supernatural thriller for fans of Natasha Preston and Stephanie Perkins.La Cachette, Louisiana, is the worst place to be if you have something to hide. This tiny town, where seventeen-year-old Grey spends her summers, is the self-proclaimed Psychic Capital of the World-and the place where Elora Pellerin, Grey's best friend, disappeared six months earlier.
Grey can't believe that her best friend vanished into thin air any more than she can believe that nobody in a town full of psychics knows what happened. But as she digs into the night that Elora disappeared, she begins to realize that everybody in town is hiding something-her grandmother Honey; her childhood crush Hart; and even her late mother, whose secrets continue to call to Grey from beyond the grave.
When a mysterious stranger emerges from the bayou-a stormy-eyed boy with links to Elora and the town's bloody history-Grey realizes that La Cachette's past is far more present and dangerous than she'd ever understood. Suddenly, she doesn't know who she can trust. In a town where secrets lurk just below the surface, and where a murderer is on the loose, nobody can be presumed innocent-and La Cachette's dark and shallow lies may just rip the town apart.
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The last time I saw my best friend, she called me a pathetic liar and then she punched me in the mouth. The shock of it almost kept me from feeling anything until it was over. And I had no idea what Elora was thinking in that last moment. Because she didn t say. And I m not a mind reader.Honey is. My mother was. I guess. All the women in my family, right up to me.
But not me.
I m thinking of that night last summer as I stand on the front porch of the Mystic Rose and stare at Elora s missing poster, trying to catch my breath. I m wondering why they chose that picture. The one with her eyes half-closed. She hated that picture.
Jesus.
She hates that picture.
I ve been steeling myself for this moment since I got that phone call back in February. Trying to imagine what it would be like to come home and step off the boat into a La Cachette without Elora. And I knew it would be bad. But I hadn t been prepared for the poster.
The words MISSING GIRL printed in red caps.
The sheriff s phone number.
My chest tightens. I drop my backpack to sink down and sit on the front steps so I can pull myself together. Clear my head of that weird flash that hit me out of nowhere.
Elora running from someone.
Being chased through the rain.
Swallowed up by the dark.
A few seconds to shake off that terror. Her terror. That s all I need. Then surely I ll be able to breathe again.
The screen door slams, and I hear footsteps on the porch behind me. It s Evie. Hey, Grey. She perches beside me on the steps, like a bird, and offers me half a stick of gum dug out of the pocket of her cutoff shorts. Miss Roselyn said you was comin this mornin . You just get in?
La Cachette, Louisiana, is the self-proclaimed Psychic Capital of the World, so I always find it odd that every summer visit starts with people firing off questions they should
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already know the answers to.
How was school dis year?
Still makin good grades?
Gotcha a boyfriend yet?
Yeah. I unwrap Evie s offering and nod toward the backpack at my feet. Got off the mail boat a few minutes ago. The gum s a little stale, and I wonder how long she s been carrying it around.
We didn t know if you d come this year . . . Evie s voice trails off, and she glances at the curling edges of the MISSING poster. At the picture in the center. Half-closed eyes and a long dark ponytail. That bright blue tank top with the faded yellow stars. And a knock-you-on-your-ass smile.
Elora.
She s my best friend, I say. My But I can t choke out the words.
Your twin flame, Evie finishes for me, and I nod. She settles onto the step and slips her hand into mine. So you had to come.
Evie s gentle sweetness is as familiar as the worn smoothness of the porch step. And the smell of the river. I m glad she was the first one to find me.
Sweat stings the corners of my eyes, and I pull up the collar of my T-shirt to dab it away. Barely eight thirty in the morning and already a million degrees with 500 percent humidity. I lived down here full-time till I was almost nine years old, so you d think I d be used to it, but it always takes me a while to reacclimate after spending the school year up in Arkansas with my dad. I mean, it s hot there, too . . . but not like this.
Nowhere is hot like this.
How was school dis year?
Still makin good grades?
Gotcha a boyfriend yet?
Yeah. I unwrap Evie s offering and nod toward the backpack at my feet. Got off the mail boat a few minutes ago. The gum s a little stale, and I wonder how long she s been carrying it around.
We didn t know if you d come this year . . . Evie s voice trails off, and she glances at the curling edges of the MISSING poster. At the picture in the center. Half-closed eyes and a long dark ponytail. That bright blue tank top with the faded yellow stars. And a knock-you-on-your-ass smile.
Elora.
She s my best friend, I say. My But I can t choke out the words.
Your twin flame, Evie finishes for me, and I nod. She settles onto the step and slips her hand into mine. So you had to come.
Evie s gentle sweetness is as familiar as the worn smoothness of the porch step. And the smell of the river. I m glad she was the first one to find me.
Sweat stings the corners of my eyes, and I pull up the collar of my T-shirt to dab it away. Barely eight thirty in the morning and already a million degrees with 500 percent humidity. I lived down here full-time till I was almost nine years old, so you d think I d be used to it, but it always takes me a while to reacclimate after spending the school year up in Arkansas with my dad. I mean, it s hot there, too . . . but not like this.
Nowhere is hot like this.
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Autoren-Porträt von Ginny Myers Sain
Ginny Myers Sain
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Ginny Myers Sain
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2021, Internationale Ausgabe, 432 Seiten, Maße: 13,9 x 20,6 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Razorbill
- ISBN-10: 0593463803
- ISBN-13: 9780593463802
- Erscheinungsdatum: 30.08.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
* Dreamy prose conjures a mythical Southern Gothic atmosphere, mixing violence with a Byronic characterization of Elora s stepbrother Hart. Taut pacing builds sustained terror on the page with each successive suspect in this formidable debut. Publishers Weekly, starred reviewMurky waters, hidden gators, and nasty cottonmouths match the setting to its darkly unsettling story .Fans of Brenna Yovanoff s Fiendish or Natalie C. Parker s Beware the Wild will find this atmospheric thriller deeply satisfying. BCCB
"A darkly atmospheric mystery set in the bayous of Louisiana." School Library Journal
Haunting and arresting, this is one stunning debut. Ginny Myers Sain has written a totally engrossing small-town mystery about what happens when you finally dig up long-buried secrets. Jessica Goodman, New York Times bestselling author of They'll Never Catch Us
Don t even try to resist Ginny Myers Sain will lure you into the spellbinding world of the deep Louisiana bayou with this riveting missing girl mystery populated by a bewitching cast of characters; spun to life in lush, atmospheric prose; and teeming with a dark mythology that is part folklore, part psychic mysticism, and entirely compelling. Kit Frick, author of I Killed Zoe Spanos
Enchanting and chilling at once, you ll instantly get sucked into this atmospheric tale of kindred spirits brimming with secrets that could tear them apart. Ginny Myers Sain s haunting, lush, lyrical prose will keep you captivated till the end. Diana Urban, author of All Your Twisted Secrets
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