College freshman Claire Danvers has had enough of her nightmarish dorm situation, where the popular girls never let her forget just where she ranks in the school's social scene: somewhere less than zero.
When Claire heads off-campus, the imposing old house where she finds a room may not be much better. Her new roommates don't show many signs of life. But they'll have Claire's back when the town's deepest secrets come crawling out, hungry for fresh blood.
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Erica was right about the quack shack being the logical first stop; Claire got her ankle wrapped, an ice pack, and some frowns over the forming bruises. Nothing broken, but she was going to be black-and-blue for days. The doctor asked some pro forma questions about boyfriends and stuff, but since she could truthfully say that no, her boyfriend hadn't beaten her up, he just shrugged and told her to watch her step.
He wrote her an excuse note, too, and gave her some painkillers and told her to go home.
No way was she going back to the dorm. Truth was, she didn't have much in the room—some books, a few photos of home, some posters… She hadn't even had a chance to call it home, and for whatever reason, she'd never really felt safe there. It had always felt like… a warehouse. A warehouse for kids who were, one way or another, going to leave.
She limped over to the Quad, which was a big empty concrete space with some rickety old benches and picnic tables, cornered on all sides by squat, unappealing buildings that mostly just looked like boxes with windows. Architecture-student projects, probably. She heard a rumor that one of them had fallen down a few years back, but then, she'd also heard rumors about a janitor getting beheaded in the chem lab and haunting the building, and zombies roaming the grounds after dark, so she wasn't putting too much stock in it.
It was midafternoon already, and not a lot of students were hanging around the Quad, with its lack of shade—great design, considering that the weather was still hovering up in the high nineties in September. Claire picked up a campus paper from the stand, carefully took a seat on the blazing-hot bench, and opened it to the "Housing" section. Dorm rooms were out of the question; Howard Hall and Lansdale Hall were the only two that took in girls under twenty. She wasn't old enough to qualify for the coed dorms. Stupid rules were probably written when girls wore hoopskirts, she thought, and skipped the dorm listings until she got to off campus. Not that she was really allowed to be living off campus; Mom and Dad would have a total freak-out over it, no question. But… if it was between Monica and parental freakage, she'd take the latter. After all, the important thing was to get herself someplace where she felt safe, where she could study.
She dug in her backpack, found her cell phone, and checked for coverage. It was kind of lame in Morganville, truthfully, out in the middle of the prairie, in the middle of Texas, which was about as middle of nowhere as it was possible to get unless you wanted to go to Mongolia or something. Two bars. Not great, but it'd do.
Claire started dialing numbers. The first person told her that they'd already found somebody, and hung up before she could even say, "Thanks." The second one sounded like a weird old guy. The third one was a weird old lady. The fourth one… well, the fourth one was just plain weird.
The fifth listing down read,
three roomates seeking fourth,
Which… okay, she wasn't sure that she could afford "reasonable"—she was more looking for "dirt cheap"—but at least it sounded less weird than the others. Three roommates. That meant three more people who'd maybe take up for her if Monica and company came sniffing around… or at least take up for the house. Hmmmmm.
She called, and got an answering machine with a mellow-sounding, young-sounding male voice.
"Hello, you've reached the Glass House. If you're looking for Michael, he sleeps days. If you're looking for Shane, good luck with that, cause we never know where the hell he is"—distant laughter from at least two people—"and if you're looking for Eve, you'll probably get her on her cell phone or at the shop. But hey. Leave a message. And if you're looking to audition for the room, come on by. It's 716 West Lot Street." A totally different voice, a female one lightened up by giggles like bubbles in soda, said, "Yeah, just look for the mansion." And then a third voice, male again. "Gone with the Wind meets The Munsters." More laughter, and a beep.
Claire blinked, coughed, and finally said, "Um… hi. My name is Claire? Claire Danvers? And I was, um, calling about the, um, room thing. Sorry." And hung up in a panic. Those three people sounded… normal. But they sounded pretty close, too. And in her experience, groups of friends like that just didn't open up to include underage, undersized geeks like her. They hadn't sounded mean; they just sounded—self-confident. Something she wasn't.
She checked the rest of the listings, and felt her heart actually sink a little. Maybe an inch and a half, with a slight sideways twist. God, I'm dead. She couldn't sleep out here on a bench like some homeless loser, and she couldn't go back to the dorm; she had to do something.
Fine, she thought, and snapped her phone shut, then open again to dial a cab.
Seven sixteen Lot Street. Gone with the Wind meets The Munsters. Right.
Maybe they'd at least feel sorry enough for her to put her up for one lousy night.
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The cabbie—she figured he was just about the only cabdriver in Morganville, which apart from the campus at TPU on the edge of town had only about ten thousand people in it—took an hour to show up. Claire hadn't been in a car in six weeks, since her parents had driven her into town. She hadn't been much beyond a block of the campus, either, and then just to buy used books for class.
"You meeting someone?" the cabbie asked. She was staring out the window at the storefronts: used-clothing shops, used-book shops, computer stores, stores that sold nothing but wooden Greek letters. All catering to the college.
"No," she said. "Why?"
The cabbie shrugged. "Usually you kids are meeting up with friends. If you're looking for a good time—"
She shivered. "I'm not. I'm—yes, I'm meeting some people. If you could hurry, please…?"
He grunted and took a right turn, and the cab went from Collegetown to Creepytown in one block flat. She couldn't define how it happened exactly—the buildings were pretty much the same, but they looked dim and old, and the few people moving on the streets had their heads down and were walking fast. Even when people were walking in twos or threes, they weren't chatting. When the cab passed, people looked up, then down again, as if they'd been looking for another kind of car.
A little girl was walking with her hand in her mother's, and as the cab stopped for a light, the girl waved, just a little. Claire waved back.
The girl's mother looked up, alarmed, and hustled her kid away into the black mouth of a store that sold used electronics. Wow, Claire thought. Do I look that scary? Maybe she did. Or maybe Morganville was just ultracareful of its kids.
Funny, now that she thought about it, there was something missing in this town. Signs. She'd seen them all her life stapled to telephone poles… advertisements for lost dogs, missing kids or adults.
Nothing here. Nothing.
"Lot Street," the cabbie announced, and squealed to a stop. "Ten fifty."
For a five-minute ride? Claire thought, amazed, but she paid up. She thought about shooting him the finger as he drove away, but he looked kind of dangerous, and besides, she really wasn't the kind of girl who did that sort of thing. Usually. It was a bad day, though.
She hoisted her backpack again, hit a bruise on her shoulder, and nearly dropped the weight on her foot. Tears stung at her eyes. All of a sudden she felt tired and shaky again, scared… At least on campus she'd kind of been on relatively familiar ground, but out here in town it was like being a stranger, all over again.
Morganville was brown. Burned brown by the sun, beaten down by wind and weather. Hot summer was starting to give way to hot autumn, and the leaves on the trees—what trees there were—looked gray-edged and dry, and they rattled like paper in the wind. West Lot Street was near what passed for the downtown district in town, probably an old residential neighborhood. Nothing special about the homes that she could see… ranch houses, most of them with peeling, faded paint.
She counted house numbers, and realized she was standing in front of 716. She turned and looked behind her, and gasped, because whoever the guy had been on the phone, he'd been dead-on right in his description. Seven sixteen looked like a movie set, something straight out of the Civil War. Big graying columns. A wide front porch. Two stories of windows.
The place was huge. Well, not huge—but bigger than Claire had imagined. Like, big enough to be a frat house, and probably perfectly suited to it. She could just imagine Greek letters over the door.
It looked deserted, but to be fair every house on the block looked deserted. Late afternoon, nobody home from work yet. A few cars glittered in the white-hot sunshine, finish softened by a layer of dirt. No cars in front of 716, though.
This was such a bad idea, she thought, and there were those tears again, bubbling up along with panic. What was she going to do? Walk up to the door and beg to be a roommate? How lame-ass was that? They'd think she was pathetic at best, a head case at worst. No, it had been a dumb idea to even blow the money on cab fare.
It was hot, and she was tired and she hurt and she had homework due, and no place to sleep, and all of a sudden, it was just too much.
Claire dropped her backpack, buried her bruised face in both hands, and just started sobbing like a baby. Crybaby freak, she imagined Monica saying, but that just made her sob harder, and all of a sudden the idea of going home, going home to Mom and Dad and the room she knew they'd kept open for her, seemed better, better than anything out here in the scary, crazy world…
"Hey," a girl's voice said, and someone touched her on the elbow. "Hey, are you okay?"
Claire yelped and jumped, landed hard on her strained ankle, and nearly toppled over. The girl who'd scared her reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her, looking genuinely scared herself. "I'm sorry! God, I'm such a klutz. Look, are you okay?"
The girl wasn't Monica, or Jen, or Gina, or anybody else she'd seen around the campus at TPU; this girl was way Goth. Not in a bad way—she didn't have the sulky I'm-so-not-cool-I'm-cool attitude of most of the Goths Claire had known in school—but the dyed-black, shag-cut hair, the pale makeup, the heavy eyeliner and mascara, the red-and-black-striped tights and clunky black shoes and black pleated miniskirt… very definitely a fan of the dark side.
"My name's Eve," the girl said, and smiled. It was a sweet, funny kind of smile, something that invited Claire to share in a private joke. "Yeah, my parents really named me that, go figure. It's like they knew how I'd turn out." Her smile faded, and she took a good look at Claire's face. "Wow. Jeez, nice black eye. Who hit you?"
"Nobody." Claire said it instantly, without even thinking why, although she knew in her bones that Goth Eve was in no way bestest friends with preppy Monica. "I had an accident."
"Yeah," Eve agreed softly. "I used to have those kinds of accidents, falling into fists and stuff. Like I said, I'm a klutz. You okay? You need a doctor or something? I can drive you if you want."
She gestured to the street next to them, and Claire realized that while she'd been sobbing her eyes out, an ancient beater of a black Cadillac—complete with tail fins—had been docked at the curb. There was a cheery-looking skull dangling from the rearview mirror, and Claire had no doubt that the back bumper would be plastered with stickers for emo bands nobody had ever heard of.
She liked Eve already. "No," she said, and swiped at her eyes angrily with the back of her hand. "I, uh—look, I'm sorry. It's been a really awful day. I was coming to ask about the room, but—"
"Right, the room!" Eve snapped her fingers, as if she'd forgotten all about it, and jumped up and down two or three times in excitement. "Great! I'm just home for break—I work over at Common Grounds, you know, the coffee shop?—and Michael won't be up for a while yet, but you can come in and see the house if you want. I don't know if Shane's around, but—"
"I don't know if I should—"
"You should. You totally should." Eve rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't believe the losers we see trying to get in the door. I mean, seriously. Freaks. You're the first normal one I've seen so far. Michael would kick my ass if I let you get away without at least trying a sales pitch."
Claire blinked. Somehow, she'd been thinking that she'd be the one begging for them to consider her… and normal? Eve thought she was normal?
"Sure," she heard herself say. "Yeah. I'd like that."
Eve grabbed her backpack and slung it over her own shoulder, on top of her black silver-studded purse in the shape of a coffin. "Follow me." And she bounced away, up the walk to the gracious Southern Gothic front porch to unlock the door.
Up close, the house looked old, but not really run-down as such; weathered, Claire decided. Could have used some paint here and there, and the cast-iron chairs needed a coat, too. The front door was actually double-sized, with a big stained-glass panel at the top.
"Yo!" Eve yelled, and dumped Claire's backpack on a table in the hallway, her purse next to it, her keys in an antique-looking ashtray with a cast-iron monkey on the handle. "Roomies! We've got a live one!"
It occurred to Claire, as the door boomed shut behind her, that there were a couple of ways to interpret that, and one of them—the Texas Chainsaw Massacre way—wasn't good. She stopped moving, frozen, and just looked around.
Nothing overtly creepy about the inside of the house, at least. Lots of wood, clean and simple. Chips of paint knocked off of corners, like it had seen a lot of life. It smelled like lemon polish and—chili?
"Yo!" Eve yelled again, and clumped on down the hall. It opened up to a bigger room; from what Claire could see, there were big leather couches and bookshelves, like a real home. Maybe this was what off-campus housing looked like. If so, it was a big step up from dorm life. "Shane, I smell the chili. I know you're here! Get your headphones out of your ears!"
She couldn't quite imagine Texas Chainsaw Massacre taking place in a room like that, either. That was a plus. Or, for that matter, serial-killing roommates doing something as homey as making chili. Good chili, from the way it smelled. With… garlic?
She took a couple of hesitant steps down the hallway. Eve's footsteps were clunking off into another room, maybe the kitchen. The house seemed very quiet. Nothing jumped out to scare her, so Claire proceeded, one careful foot after another, all the way into the big central room.
And a guy lying sprawled on the couch—the way only guys could sprawl—yawned and sat up rubbing his head. When Claire opened her mouth—whether to say hello or to yell for help, she didn't know—he surprised her into silence by grinning at her and putting his finger over his mouth to shush her. "Hey," he whispered. "I'm Shane. What's up?" He blinked a couple of times, and without any change in his expression, said, "Dude, that is a badass shiner. Hurts, huh?"
She nodded slightly. Shane swung his legs off the couch and sat there, watching her, elbows on his knees and hands dangling loosely. He had brown hair, cut in uneven layers that didn't quite manage to look punk. He was an older boy, older than her, anyway. Eighteen? A big guy, and tall to match it. Big enough to make her feel more miniature than usual. She thought his eyes looked brown, but she didn't dare meet them for more than a flicker at a time.
"So I guess you're gonna say that the other chick looks worse," Shane said.
She shook her head, then winced when motion made it hurt even more. "No, I—um—how did you know it was—?"
"A chick? Easy. Size you are, a guy would have put you in the hospital with a punch hard enough to leave a mark like that. So what's up with that? You don't look like you go looking for trouble."
She felt like she ought to take offense about that, but honestly, this whole thing was starting to feel like some strange dream anyway. Maybe she'd never woken up at all. Maybe she was lying in a coma in a hospital bed, and Shane was just her lame-ass equivalent of the Cheshire cat. "I'm Claire," she said, and waved awkwardly. "Hi."
He nodded toward a leather wing chair. She slid into it, feet dangling, and felt a weird sense of relief wash over her. It felt like home, although of course it wasn't, and she was starting to think that it really couldn't be. She didn't fit here. She couldn't actually imagine who would.
"You want something?" Shane asked suddenly. "Coke, maybe? Chili? Bus ticket back home?"
"Coke," she said, and, surprisingly, "and chili."
"Good choice. I made it myself." He slid off the couch, weirdly boneless for his size, and padded barefoot into the kitchen where Eve had gone. Claire listened to a blur of voices as the two of them talked, and relaxed, one muscle at a time, into the soft embrace of the chair. She hadn't noticed until now, but the house was kept cool, and the lazy circle of the ceiling fan overhead swept chilly air over her hot, aching face. It felt nice.
She opened her eyes at the sound of Eve's shoes clomping back into the room. Eve was carrying a tray with a red and white can, a bowl, a spoon, and an ice pack. She set the tray on a coffee table and nudged the table toward Claire with her knee. "Ice pack first," she said. "You can never tell what Shane puts in the chili. Be afraid."
Shane padded back to the couch and flopped, sucking on his own can of soda. Eve shot him an exasperated look. "Yeah, man, thanks for bringing me one, too." The raccoon eye makeup exaggerated her eye roll. "Dork."
"Didn't know if you wanted zombie dirt sprinkled on it or anything. If you're eating this week."
"Dork! Go on and eat, Claire—I'll go get my own."
Claire picked up the spoon and tried a tentative bite of the chili, which was thick and meaty and spicy, heavy on the garlic. Delicious, in fact. She'd gotten used to cafeteria food, and this was just… wow. Not. Shane watched her, eyebrows up, as she started to shovel it in. "Sgood," she mumbled. He gave her a lazy salute. By the time she was halfway through the bowl, Eve was back with her own tray, which she plunked down on the other half of the coffee table. Eve sat on the floor, crossed her legs, and dug in.
"Not bad," she finally said. "At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time."
"Made myself a batch with it," Shane said. "It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed. Where'd you pick up the stray?"
"Outside. She came to see the room."
"You beat her up first, just to make sure she's tough enough?"
"Bite me, chili boy."
"Don't mind Eve," he told Claire. "She hates working days. She's afraid she'll tan."
"Yeah, and Shane just hates working. So what's your name?"
Claire opened her mouth, but Shane beat her to it, clearly happy to one-up his roomie. "Claire. What, you didn't even ask? A chick beat her up, too. Probably some skank in the dorms. You know how that place is."
They exchanged a look. A long one. Eve turned back to Claire. "Is that true? You got beat up in the dorm?" She nodded, hastily shoveling more food in her mouth to keep from having to say much. "Well, that totally blows. No wonder you're looking for the room." Another nod. "You didn't bring much with you."
"I don't have much," she said. "Just the books, and maybe a couple of things back at my room. But—I don't want to go back there to get stuff. Not tonight."
"Why not?" Shane had grabbed a ratty-looking old baseball from the floor and tossed it up toward the tall ceiling, narrowly missing the spinning blades of the fan. He caught it without effort. "Somebody still looking to pound you?"
"Yeah," Claire said, and looked down into her fast-diminishing chili. "Guess so. It's not just her, it's—she's got friends. And… I don't. That place just—well, it's creepy."
"Been there," Eve said. "Oh, wait, still there."
Shane mimed throwing the baseball at her. She mimed ducking.
"What time is Michael getting up?"
Shane gave her another mock throw. "Hell, Eve, I don't know. I love the guy, but I don't love the guy. Go bang on his door and ask. Me, I'm gonna go get ready."
"Ready for what?" Eve asked. "You're not seriously going out again, are you?"
"Seriously, yeah. Bowling. Her name's Laura. If you want more details, you're gonna have to download the video like everybody else." Shane rolled off the couch, stood up, and padded off toward the wide stairs leading up to the second floor. "See you later, Claire."
Eve made a frustrated sound. "Wait a minute! So what do you say? You think she'd do okay here, or what?"
Shane waved a hand. "Whatever, man. Far as I'm concerned, she's okay." He gave Claire one quick look and a crooked and oddly sweet smile, and bounded up the stairs. He moved like an athlete, but without the swagger she was used to. Kind of hot, actually.
"Guys," Eve sighed. "Damn, it'd be good to have another girl in here. They're all like, Yeah, whatever, and then when it comes to picking up the place or washing dishes, they turn into ghosts. Not that you have to, like, be a maid or anything, I mean… you just got to yell at em until they do their part or they walk all over you."
Claire smiled, or tried to, but her split lip throbbed, and she felt the scab break open again. Blood dribbled down her chin, and she grabbed the napkin Eve had put on the tray and applied pressure to her lip. Eve watched in silence, frowning, and then got up from the floor, picked up the ice pack, and settled it gently against the bump on Claire's head. "How's that?" she asked.
"Better." It was. The ice began to numb the ache almost immediately, and the food was setting up a nice warm fire in her stomach. "Um, I guess I should ask… about the room…"
"Well, you have to meet Michael, and he has to say yes, but Michael's a sweetie, really. Oh, and he owns this place. His family does, anyway. I think they moved away and left him the house a couple of years ago. He's about six months older than I am. We're all about eighteen. Michael's sort of the oldest."
"He sleeps days?"
"Yeah. I mean, I like to sleep days, but he's got a thing about it. I called him a vampire once, cause he really doesn't like being up in the daytime. Like, ever. He didn't think it was real funny."
"You're sure he's not a vampire?" Claire said. "I've seen movies. They're sneaky." She was kidding. Eve didn't smile.
"Oh, pretty sure. For one thing, he eats Shane's chili, which, God knows, has enough garlic to explode a dozen high-quality Dracs. And I made him touch a cross once." Eve took a big swallow of her Coke.
"You—what? Made him?"
"Well, sure, yeah. I mean, a girl can't be too careful, especially around here." Claire must have looked blank, because Eve did the eye-roll thing again. It was her favorite expression, Claire was sure. "In Morganville? You know?"
"What about it?"
"You mean you don't know? How can you not know?" Eve set her can down and got up to her knees, leaning elbows on the coffee table. She looked earnest under the thick makeup. Her eyes were dark brown, edged with gold. "Morganville's full of vampires."
Eve didn't. She just kept staring.
"Um… you're kidding?"
"How many kids graduate TPU every year?"
"I don't know… It's a crappy college, most everybody transfers out…"
"Everybody leaves. Or at least, they stop showing up, right? I can't believe you don't know this. Didn't anybody tell you the score before you moved in? Look, the vamps run the town. They're in charge. And either you're in, or you're out. If you work for them, if you pretend like they're not here and they don't exist, and you look the other way when things happen, then you and your family get a free pass. You get Protection. Otherwise…" Eve pulled a finger across her throat and bugged out her eyes.
Right, Claire thought, and put down her spoon. No wonder nobody rented a room with these people. They're nuts. It was too bad. Except for the crazy part, she really liked them.
"You think I'm wacko," Eve said, and sighed. "Yeah, I get that. I'd think I was, too, except I grew up in a Protected house. My dad works for the water company. My mom is a teacher. But we all wear these." She extended her wrist. On it was a black leather bracelet, with a symbol on it in red, nothing Claire recognized. It looked kind of like a Chinese character. "See how mine's red? Expired. It's like health insurance. Kids are only covered until they're eighteen. Mine was up six months ago." She looked at it mournfully, then shrugged and unsnapped it to drop it on her tray. "Might as well stop wearing it, I guess. It sure wouldn't fool anybody."
Claire just looked at her, helpless, wondering if she was the victim of a practical joke, and if any second Eve was going to laugh and call her an idiot for buying it, and Shane would go from kind of lazy-sweet to cruel and shove her out the door, mocking all the way. Because this wasn't the way the world worked. You didn't like people, and then have them turn up all crazy, right? Couldn't you tell?
The alternative—that Eve wasn't crazy at all—just wasn't anything Claire wanted to think about. She remembered the people on the street, walking fast, heads down. The way the mother had yanked her little girl off the street at a friendly wave.
"Fine. Go ahead, think I'm nuts," Eve said, and sat back on her heels. "I mean, why wouldn't I be? And I won't try to convince you or anything. Just—don't go out after dark unless you're with somebody. Somebody Protected, if you can find them. Look for the bracelet." She nudged hers with one finger. "The symbol's white when it's active."
"But I—" Claire coughed, trying to find something to say. If you can't say anything nice… "Okay. Thanks. Um, is Shane—?"
"Shane? Protected?" Eve snorted. "As if! Even if he was, which I doubt, he'd never admit it, and he doesn't wear the bracelet or anything. Michael—Michael isn't, either, but there's sort of a standard Protection on houses. We're sort of outcasts here. There's safety in numbers, too."
It was a very weird conversation to be having over chili and Coke, with an ice pack perched on the top of her head. Claire, without even knowing she was going to do it, yawned. Eve laughed.
"Call it a bedtime story," she said. "Listen, let me show you the room. Worst case, you lie down for a while, let the ice pack work, then bug out. Or hey, you wake up and decide you want to talk to Michael before you leave. Your choice."
Another cold chill swept over her, and she shivered. Probably had to do with the bang on the head, she figured, and how tired she was. She dug in her pocket, found the package of pills the doc had prescribed for her, and swallowed one with the last gulp of Coke. Then she helped Eve carry the trays into the kitchen, which was huge, with stone sinks and ancient polished counters and two modern conveniences—the stove and the refrigerator—stuck awkwardly in the corners. The chili had come from a Crock-Pot, which was still simmering away.
When the dishes had been washed, trays stacked, trash discarded, Eve retrieved Claire's backpack from the floor and led her through the living room, up the stairs. On the third riser, Eve turned, alarmed, and said, "Hey, can you make it up the stairs? Because, you know—"
"I'm okay," Claire lied. Her ankle hurt like hell, but she wanted to see the room. And if they were likely to throw her out later, she at least wanted to sleep one more time in a bed, however lumpy and old. There were thirteen steps to the top. She made every one of them, even though she left sweaty fingerprints on a banister Shane hadn't even bothered to touch on his way up earlier.
Eve's steps were muffled here by a rich old-looking rug, all swirls and colors, that ran down the center of the polished wood floor. There were six doors up here on the landing. As they passed them, Eve pointed and named. "Shane's." The first door. "Michael's." The second door. "He's got that one, too—it's a double-sized room." Third door. "Main bathroom." Fourth. "The second bathroom's downstairs—that's kind of the emergency backup bathroom when Shane's in there moussing his hair for like an hour or something…"
"Bite me!" Shane yelled from behind the closed door. Eve pounded a fist on the door and led Claire to the last two on the row. "This one's mine. Yours is on the end."
When she swung it open, Claire—prepared for disappointment—actually gasped. For one thing, it was huge. Three times the size of her dorm room. For another, it was on a corner, with three—three!—windows, all currently shaded by blinds and curtains. The bed wasn't some dorm-sized miniature; it was a full-sized mattress and box spring with massive wooden columns at the corners, dark and solid. There was a dresser along one wall big enough to hold, well, four or five times the clothes that Claire had ever owned. Plus a closet. Plus…
"Is that a TV?" she asked in a faint voice.
"Yeah. Satellite cable. You'd pitch in, though, unless you want to take it out of the room. Oh, and there's Internet, too. Broadband, over there. I should probably warn you, they monitor Internet traffic around here, though. You have to be careful what you say in messages and stuff." Eve put the backpack on top of the dresser. "You don't have to decide right now. You probably ought to rest first. Here, here's your ice pack." She followed Claire to the bed and helped her pull back the covers, and once Claire had pulled off her shoes and settled, she tucked her in, like a mother, and put the ice pack on her head. "When you get up, Michael'll probably be awake. I have to get back to work, but it'll be okay. Really."
Claire smiled at her, a little fuzzily; the painkillers were starting to take effect. She got another chill. "Thank you, Eve," she said. "This is—wow."
"Yeah, well, you look like you could use a little wow today." Eve shrugged, and gave her a stunning smile back. "Sleep well. And don't worry, the vampires won't come in here. This house has Protection, even if we don't."
Claire turned that over in her mind for a few seconds as Eve left the room and shut the door, and then her mind wandered off in happy clouds of noticing the softness of the pillow and how good the bed felt, and how crisp the sheets were…
She dreamed about the strangest thing: a silent room, with someone pale and quiet sitting on a velvet sofa, turning pages in a book and weeping. It didn't scare her, exactly, but she felt cold, on and off, and the house… the house seemed like it was full of whispers.
Eventually, she fell into a deeper, darker place, and didn't dream at all.
Not even about Monica.
Not even about vampires.
Excerpted from "Glass Houses"
Copyright © 2006 Rachel Caine.
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"Cynthia Holloway makes very real the vengeful dynamics of Monica and her 'girls' as they hunt and torment Claire." -AudioFile
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I just finished the series this morning and i thought i was amazing!!! I read each of the books in a day, it was that good! It about this girl named Claire thats moves to Morganville for college. Once she is there she gets into some mishap's and decides to move into Glass's House. In this house she meets Eve, Micheal, and Shane. But as she soon finds out that this city isn't what it seems to appear. Soon she finds out that this city is full of Vampires and runs into some trouble's on the way. This book is filled with action and romance. This is a amzing book for teenagers who loved the Twilight Saga, House of Night Series, Blue Blood Series, Vampire Kisses Series, Evernight Series, The Vampire Academy Series, The Vampire Diaries Series and Wicked Lovely Series. Trust me if you loved any of these series then you will love this one to!!!
While I enjoy all types of urban fantast novels, I was intrigued that this title was approved for 'young adult' of which I am not, but decided to check it out because I thought it could be a fun read. It's a fast read, but I would neither call it 'fun' nor up there in my list of choices to recommend to young adult women. The protagonist, Claire, starts out strong enough: She's 16 and in college due to her mega-smarts. However, Claire gets to college and is immediately beat up several times by the Popular Mean Girl clique. *Actually* beat-up. Does Claire ever get her revenge? Or use her smarts to outwit the baddies and meanies? NO. Not once. NEVER. Claire and all her friends are victimized over and over and they never seem to win. It's depressing to read a book where the good guys never win and evil perpetually triumphs. I tried to read the second book in this series, and got through about 50 pages of it before I couldn't take it anymore. This book does not feature strong female characters, just characters who are good at sucking it up and taking it while they get the physical and mental toaster beat-down. PASS on this series!
Sixteen year old teen prodigy Claire Danvers is a freshman at college. Monica of the in-crowd constantly picks on Claire to the point that her bullying almost kills the teenager. Claire decides to find an off campus apartment and answers an ad referring an old gothic style home in Morganville. The three roommates reluctantly accept Claire though they are concerned with her age. Most of the college town is under the control and protection of vampires, but not the house where Claire or her roomies.------------ Their house contains powerful protection wards, but none of them can hide inside this abode all day. When Claire returns to classes, Monica attacks her and sends her vampire friends after the teen and her roommates. Shane hates Monica and with Michael unavailable during daylight to keep Claire safe, he vows to do so. Eve also wants to protect Claire. Sick of hers fears and acting the wimp, Claire searches for the tome that the vampires seek in hopes that this book will keep her and her roomies safe.------------- Rachel Caine, author of the Weather Warden series, has provided a rousing horror thriller that adds a new dimension to the vampire mythos. The protagonist is a young determined heroine who the audience will admire and root for as she swallows her trepidations to insure her friend and roomies are safe. The key to this fine tale is her plausible reactions to living in a town run by vampires that make going to college in the Caine universe quite an experience. GLASS HOUSES is an electrifying enthralling coming of age supernatural tale.------------- Harriet Klausner
Glass Houses by Rachel Caine was the best book I have read for years. Glass Houses is about Claire Danvers, a 16-year old (almost seventeen!) girl going to college at Texas Praire University (TPU) in Morganville, Texas for early admission. Claire is brainy, not mean. When Monica Morrell, the Mayor's daughter, and her Monickettes picks on Claire, Claire has had enough. She is moving out of the dorms, not really sure where she is going to live. Then she finds the Glass House. Michael isn't really into letting an underage in the house, but Claire had cash. Soon enough Claire befriends Michael Glass, Eve Rosser, and Shane Collins, and the town's secret unfolds. Vampires. A town ran by vampires. This book was hard to put down! Rachel Caine is my new favorite author and I am in love that she has signed on to write 15 books instead of the original 12. The Morganville Vampires series has changed my life. It's been a huge part of teenage reading years and I'd recommend it to any fool of the street!! YOU. MUST. READ.
Looking for a fun new take on vampires? I love reading supernatural books so finding a series with an interesting plot line was awesome.....I can't wait for book 11!
At first I wasn't going to read this series because of the negative reviews, but I'm glad that I picked it up. The plot is good and interesting, but what makes the novel great for me is the characters. I love Claire, Eve, Shane, and Michael. For me the characters make the story what it is and I would suggest that you give it a try.
I love authers that can make my creative mind visualy see everything going on with the stories and this series will do just that
I love this series. It is hilarious and for older teens and adults.
Competition for Twilight! I enjoyed this series and was so excited to get my hands on the next one. Can't wait till book seven comes out.
Glass Houses isn't without its faults; Claire is very lucky very often, and her reluctance to deal with Amelie is naive. The supernatural aspect tied to Morganville itself doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but then again, this is a paranormal novel so that can be excused. Caine gives her characters a strong sense of realism, even though a few secondary characters come off as over-the-top. That said, I am hooked enough to go straight into the second book in order to find out just how several threads left hanging will be resolved. This one's sure to appeal to all young adults interested in the paranormal. The first book in Rachel Caine's Morganville Vampire series, Glass Houses, focuses on Claire Danvers, a sixteen year old genius who is early-admitted to college at Texas Prairie University. Claire's a misfit in more ways than one, and when she inadvertantly makes THE popular girl look foolish in front of her clique of friends, Claire becomes the vicious target of Monica Morrell. After several bruises and threats, Claire realizes she can no longer live in the dorm and seeks a room through an ad. And though the three roomies already living in The Glass House have reservations about taking on an underage roommate, they decide to give Claire a chance at safety for at least a month. Problems over, right? Oh, did I forget to mention the vampires that run the town? The storyline in Glass Houses is very dark, and things don't get better as the novel moves along. Claire, for all her youth and innocence, figures things out pretty quickly, and her crush on Shane, one of her roommates, is sweet yet tentative. There is a lot of hiding, running, and some violence; like some other reviewers, I have to say that Monica and her gang were far more vicious than the vampires. Claire's relationships with the goth Eve and the ghost Michael solidify quickly, and even if her parents arrive to order her home, it's pretty easy to see that Claire's coming into her own. The story ends on a major, major cliffhanger; of course I'm quite glad I happen to already have book two ready and waiting.
When I read Twilight, it got me wanting to read other vampire books. Some were great, and others were wasting time, when I could be reading other great vampire books. This book was a little disturbing in the begining and I was thinking, I know whats going to happen. She is going to turn into a vampire and kill the evil- Monica girl who beat her up. But, that wasnt what happened. It was an amazing read, and I dont want to spoil anything for anyone, who might want to read this, but IT IS worth your time. It has lots of vampies, action, friendship, and love for those who are looking for that vampire romance in every book. It will have you driving to the store at high speeds to buy the sequels!
I LOVED this book. It was full of surprises and suspense. i Highly recomend it to anyone who loves to read and anyone who is just in love with vampires!
One of my favorite vampire novels, since it doesn't center around vampires. A great vampire novel that makes humans the main attraction of the story. This book is Great, since it shows people going through actual problems, like facing College and bullies, dealing relationships, popular girls, and bloodsucking fiends(well more or less actual). It gives vampires back their place in history as bloodsucking, night loving, burning up in the sunlight, creatures. Rachel Caine makes an amazing story, with unforgetable and vivid characters to bring out a story that puts you on the edge of your seat, and keeps you there until the last page. And personally, what I love, is the way Caine leaves you with a cliffhanger after every story. It just makes you want to know what will happen next, at any cost.
While you're sitting at home, do you want to be burdened with vampires roaming around? Well that's how Claire felt when she moved to the college location. What she didn't know was just around the corner, was many more things to discover. Claire felt lonely in Morganville, in a house with all strangers. They turned out to be just that, strange. When she finds out that her friend, Michael Glass, is actually a spirit, while some of her other friends are vampires, life changes, but not always for the good. As the house begins to burn, she's just beginning to imagine what wonders before her. This book is an excellent read, with many twists and turns. With the feud with the vampires, many people would be very intrigued while reading the Morganville Vampire collections. Thinking about it now, the book is still amazing. Vampires are very hot nowadays, and this tale is a recognizable read! If you don't read this, you're missing out on a great story. A fantastic manuscript with an epilogue to keep you wanting more. The more of them you read, the more you will want to keep going. I think everyone should read this book.
I bought this book on a whim, and I don't regret it in the least. It was a great book, every chapter keeps you interested. Wonderful. Now I have to read Dead Girls' Dance. :]
i read this book and loved it. i would recommend it to everyone. its an unforgettable book. its a good replacement for the twilight saga
I couldn't put this book down! I love the relationships between Claire and her roommates. The characters were well developed. I finished this book in one day and quickly started on book 2 the next day! If you love vampires, action, and romance then you'll love this series.
I cannot believe how amazing this book is. The way it ends you just HAVE to buy the next one. I know I am. It had the right amount of violence, friendship, and love. A lot of things happen between Monica (and her posse)and Claire. Shane (my favorite character) was always there protecting her. Don't think about it, buy it. You won't regret it.
This book was amazing. No, it's more than amazing .... come to think of it I don't think there are words to describe this book. I got the series for Christmas and I finished this one the next day. These books will capture you and will put you in the front seat of the Morganville Texas Rollercoaster. I really liked reading some of Eve's part at the end too. I love Shane. (Don't tell Edward) If you love vampires and excitment then this book is perfect for you.
'Glass Houses' offers a unique twist on the classic 'us vs. them' anti-vamp scene. Marketed as a young adult read, it certainly does play to its suggested reader-base, but it's a fun enough romp on the light side of dark that the non-teen can enjoy it. Oddball geek-girl Claire Danvers is stuck in popular bitch-queen's dorm -- which sounds to YA readers like fodder for a horror novel right there. But her crummy college town manages to take things a step futher -- the small city is also home base for legions of bloodsucker evil vampires, which sets a scene for an adrenaline-packed thrill ride of a book -- the thrills hitting when you're least expecting them. Luckily, Claire manages to team up with three 'rebels' -- human teenagers who, like herself, shun the vamps' control on the town. What ensues? Chaos, naturally, and chaos of the good kind we love in the horror genre. Caine creates an all-out fun world for her average-but-really-not characters to play and suffer in, and those same characters' personalities are believable. In the process of creating 'new and original' vampire lore (so difficult in this day and age to find), the author manages to make her settings -- both on and off campus -- feel alive and realistic. I would warn readers that it ends on a cliffhanger, but otherwise, it's an enjoyable romp on the paranormal side of college.
Easy read, interesting, involves college students, vampires and ghosts, keeps you wondering what will happen next! Story is different! Nice book to cozy up on a cold winter gloomy day!!!
This is not by any means going to make it onto my top ten. It was a very young read. I was expecting a young adult book but I could very well see 12ish girls reading this and enjoying it. I was at a loss for something interesting. The story opens up into freshman (college) hazing that goes a little too far. You would think that would make for a fairly good opener but it really fell short in most aspects. There were some good points in this book. Michael's situation is interesting and the Glass House itself has an interesting past but other than that I was left wanting more.
Glass House is a great book.
I really needed something to read and I wanted something vampire-ish, something funny, a bit scary and a little romance. this book gave all those things! This book has something for every one. If your not that into vamp books you can still get into it. Its mostly about Claire and her friends trying to live in a town that is ruled by vampires, if that sounds boring its really not, not only do they have vampire enemes but human to! every book in the Series, Morganville Vampires will leave you hungery for more! the 7th book is coming out november I can't wait! dont stop and think about reading it, just do it!
Although I liked this book and liked some of the alterior thoughts on the paranormal world of ghosts and vampires, the books wasn't as enjoyable as other series I love. There is quite a bit of violence for being young adult. Not that I am a prude, but I just thought some parts were over the top withough being believable. I will continue to read the series, but I have low expectations for how much I will enjoy the rest of it.