Bianca Scardoni

One misstep was all it took, and it all came crashing down. And they were right there waiting for it__ager and ready to bury me in the wreckage.

Not that it mattered though. The truth seldom ever did in the face of a juicy lie.

The most dangerous enemy is not the one who lingers behind you in the shadows, but the one who walks beside you as a friend.

I hadn__ even left my room and already my day had taken a U-turn straight to hell.

Everything about the house was rich, and dense, and rooted. It was everything I wasn__. Even the air, with its distinct smell of oak wood and sage, spoke to its identify and its history. I couldn__ help but feel small here. Overwhelmed. Incompatible.