Edge Of Twilight
Chapter One
Summer, 1959
"The guy actually pissed himself, I scared him so badly," Bridget said, laughing as they cut
through the alley, jumped up onto the skeletal remains of a fire escape and swung inward
through the broken window to land on the floor far below. The abandoned warehouse's
floorboards were cracked from these oft repeated impacts. But it was home to the Gang of
Five.
Edge loved the kid. But he wasn't happy with her right now. He tousled her Orphan Annie curls,
knocked the matching barrettes askew. Twelve years old when she was made over; twelve she
would remain, even though she'd been undead for more than a decade now. He'd found her on
the street, wandering, alone. Orphaned by her maker, just as he'd been. Just as they all had
been.
"So who the hell was he?" he asked.
Shrugging, Bridget climbed a ladder to the loftlike second floor, where they always met after a
day of scavenging to divvy up the take. Edge didn't climb, he jumped. When he landed, a little
cloud of dust rose up.
"Nice entrance," Ginger said without getting up from where she sat on the floor, ... read full excerpt from: Edge of Twilight ebook
