Kenya and her family, this boy’s expiration date was rocketing toward him. And it was disturbingly similar to hers. The storm. The dark clouds. The roaring winds. The boy was running toward his dorm on the school campus, but unlike Kenya, he was scared of the storm and nothing else. He died when a tree was uprooted and took down some electrical wires near him. The currents hammering through his body brought me down, because I didn’t just see what happened to people in my visions, I felt it. Every spike of fear. Every wince of anguish. Every spasm of pain. And being electrocuted to death hurt. An agonizing pain pulsated through me, attacking my nervous system until the boy breathed his last breath and his nervous system shut down.
I felt a hand on my arm. I pushed it away and stumbled to my feet, reeling from that experience when another boy reached out to help me.
Same day.
Same storm.
Same utter chaos.
Different death.
I jerked away from him and into a girl. I now had an audience. Students surrounded me, and every one
I touched died.
Same day.
Same storm.
Same utter chaos.
Different death.
One after the other until I finally lunged into the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. The shock of each death shuddered through me as I heaved my lunch into the toilet. When the spasms eased, I spit out the sour taste and tried to clear my head. To understand what I was seeing.
Something changed. Something happened in the last few minutes that altered the fates of every kid at school. But they were in different places. On the water. In a storm shelter. In Town Hall. Fleeing the country in a chartered Leer jet. And it wasn’t just them. It was their brothers and sisters, their parents and friends. In exactly seven days, everyone in the city of Bangor, Maine, was going to die. But somehow, I didn’t think it would stop there.
Something was different. What could have—
Then it hit me. The boy. The tug at my coat. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a note. It was the third one I’d received in quite the same manner. Stuffed into the pocket of my jacket when I wasn’t looking.
Dread consumed me as I opened it. This one had a stick figure drawing of two people, a boy and a girl.
The girl—who I was going to assume was me since she had garishly red curly hair—was lying on the ground, presumably dead. Blood pooled on her chest and sat in puddles around her head and torso. The boy clutched a knife in his three-fingered hand, but he was leaning over her. Over me. And a darkness was leaving her mouth and entering his. Like he wanted what was inside me. Like he welcomed it.
And somehow he knew. When I was six years old, I had been possessed by a demon. A demon that was still inside me. But no one here knew that. How could they? And yet this boy did.
Five words made up the text of the note. I read them over and over in disbelief. Fear darkened the edges of my periphery. Five words. Five words that had the power to make the darkness inside me quake and buck inside my body. Five words that would change the fate of the world. Five words that read simply, I know what you are.
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Praise for Death and the Girl Next Door
“Unique, witty, and touching—I LOVED THIS BOOK!”
—P. C. Cast, New York Times bestselling author of the House of Night series
“This book will keep you hungry for more from beginning to finish! You’ll know enough to follow the story, but very little is given away throughout the novel, to keep readers constantly guessing. What a tease! If you’re a fan of romance and fantasy, you’ll definitely enjoy this
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—Miss Literati
“Outrageously funny, sinfully sexy, with a cast of characters that steals your heart from the very first page … I loved this book!”
—Inara Scott, author of the Delcroix Academy series
“She hits plenty of buttons: impossibly handsome boys, supernatural powers, hot romance, friendship, school rivalries, suspense, and comedy.”
— Kirkus Reviews
“Death and the Girl Next Door is unputdownable. Darynda Jones breathes fresh life into the young adult genre with exciting twists to legends we only think we understand and edgy, compelling characters you can’t help but care about.”
—Gwen Hayes, author of Falling Under
“Only Darynda Jones could make the Angel of Death crush-worthy! Wickedly sharp with brilliant wit, Death and the Girl Next Door will leave you craving more!”
—Lara Chapman, author of Flawless
“The delightful Jones makes a smooth transition to YA in this really fun read. Her kicky dialogue and great characters are super entertaining,
and the story unfolds with some surprising twists. Add in some laugh-out-loud moments, a hot hero, and a satisfying but cliff-hanger-y ending
and you’ve got a hit.”
— RT Book Reviews
“Snapping with sarcasm and a pitch-perfect voice, Darynda Jones has brought her signature humor and supernatural sass to Riley High. Trust
me, there’s nothing grim about this reaper!”
—Roxanne St. Claire, New York Times bestselling author of Don’t You Wish
“Death and the Girl Next Door delivers a smokin’ hot story and a guy to die for. Darynda Jones gives one candy-smacking, awesome read
that won’t let you go until the end.”
—Shea Berkley, author of The Marked Son
“I loved this book. Death and the Girl Next Door is equal parts funny, thrilling, and hot. Teens will fall hard for the hero, an original and exciting take on the Angel of Death.”
—Maureen McGowan, author of the Twisted Tales series
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author DARYNDA JONES won a Golden Heart for Best
Paranormal Romance for her manuscript First Grave on the Right. A born storyteller, she grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike. Darynda lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. Visit Darynda at www.daryndajones.com.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
DEATH, DOOM , AND DETENTION. Copyright © 2013 by Darynda Jones. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175
Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010. www.stmartins.com
Cover design by Olga Grlic
Cover photographs: girl by Jupiterimages/Getty Images; black-haired male by Image Source/Getty Images; teenagers in classroom by Rod
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ISBN 978-0-312-62521-4 (trade paperback)