"Wanderlust can be dangerous."
Hazel's grandmother told her tall tales about stately figures coming out of the concrete walls of the overpass late at night. Gran always claimed they had been folks that became irrevocably lost to wanderlust. The desire to travel was an evil Gran often warned her about, one that her grandmother swore endangered souls. Hazel always figured she was fibbing.
Then, early one morning, close to Halloween, Hazel saw them for herself--a elegant, dark-skinned woman in black and a pale young man in white--and decided to follow. Little did she know, she was in for the adventure of a lifetime.
|Publisher:||J. A. Fales/ Jennifer Fales|
|Sold by:||Barnes & Noble|
|File size:||212 KB|
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