It Will End Like This
(Sprache: Englisch)
"...If you think you know how this one will end, I promise, you don't." -Kara Thomas, author of That Weekend and The Cheerleaders
For fans of The Cheerleaders and Sadie comes a propulsive thriller that reminds us that in real life, endings are rarely as...
For fans of The Cheerleaders and Sadie comes a propulsive thriller that reminds us that in real life, endings are rarely as...
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"...If you think you know how this one will end, I promise, you don't." -Kara Thomas, author of That Weekend and The CheerleadersFor fans of The Cheerleaders and Sadie comes a propulsive thriller that reminds us that in real life, endings are rarely as neat as happily ever after. A contemporary take on the Lizzie Borden story that explores how grief can cut deep.
Charlotte lost her mother six months ago, and still no one will tell her exactly what happened the day she mysteriously died. They say her heart stopped, but Charlotte knows deep down that there's more to the story.
The only person who gets it is Charlotte's sister, Maddi. Maddi agrees-people's hearts don't just stop. There are too many questions left unanswered for the girls to move on.
But their father is moving on. With their mother's personal assistant. And both girls are sure that she's determined to take everything that's theirs away for herself.
Now the only way to get their lives back is for Charlotte and Maddi to decide how this story ends, themselves.
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CharlotteShe s dead.
A woman in black stands at the foot of my bed. Her hair is long and dark and covers her face. I don t know who she is or why she s here, but she keeps saying the same thing.
She s dead. She s dead.
My body is stuck to my bed. I can t move my arms or legs. I turn my head and look out the window. A crow sits on the sill and looks in at me through the glass.
She s dead, the crow says. Its eyes are huge and dark green. And when it speaks, it sounds afraid. I can sense its fear it washes over my body like a cold shower.
She s dead, the woman cries again. Only, each time she says it, her voice cracks more and more, and I hear tears, and something else, hiding in her throat.
It s so dark I almost can t see the woman. But I can feel her. Feel her presence.
Who is she? Who has died?
I look back at the crow, and a tear falls out of its big green eye.
Wake up, wake up! the crow cries. Loud and familiar in my ear.
I try to move my body, but can t.
Charlotte, she s dead, wake up. Wake up.
The woman in black comes close to me, and then reaches down and shakes my shoulders. I m paralyzed. Unable to move away. I see that she s covered in blood. She reaches out to me again, and I close my eyes tight.
She s dead, she whispers right into my ear.
That s when I wake up. But the voice doesn t stop. My eyes focus, and I look up and see my older sister, Maddi, standing above me. She cries when she speaks.
What? I say, my voice hoarse with sleep and nightmares.
Maddi sits down at my feet and puts her face in her hands and sobs. Big loud sobs. It reminds me of a dog howling.
That dream.
That dream felt so real. So vivid.
What s going on? I shout.
She s dead, Charlotte. Mom is dead. An ambulance is on the way to come and get her, Maddi says. I don t recognize the look in
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her eyes.
What?
What?
I sit up fast and grab Maddi s arm and shake her. My head spins for a moment, but then stills when I look at my sister. She sits there, like she s lost all ability to move. Her arms limp and thin.
What are you talking about? How? What happened?
This must be a joke. I just saw Mom before I went to sleep. I hugged her before bed. She was fine. She was breathing. She was healthy.
Out by the beach. Dad found her, Maddi can hardly finish the sentence. I ve never heard her like this before. Frightened. Scared. Heartbroken.
No.
No.
After the baby died, Mom started having fears. Weird fears. Fears that made her believe that something was eating her from the inside out, that something was killing her, but that s all they were, fears.
Sometimes I would worry about her. But after months of dealing with it, I decided to let it go. Pretended I didn t care that she was afraid.
How could I have been so stupid?
How could her fears have come true?
That s a lie. You re lying. She s asleep, I shout, and get out of bed. Then I run out of my room and down the dark hallway, to Mom and Dad s room. I m dizzy with sleep and the feeling of sick hits my stomach, but I ignore it.
Where is she? Where s Mom? I scream when I open the bedroom door. But no one s there except Mom s assistant, Amber. She s making the bed and crying.
There s a lamp on by Mom s side of the bed.
Dad isn t here.
Is he out there with her? With Mom?
The light from the lamp washes the room in yellow. There s a shadow on
What?
What?
I sit up fast and grab Maddi s arm and shake her. My head spins for a moment, but then stills when I look at my sister. She sits there, like she s lost all ability to move. Her arms limp and thin.
What are you talking about? How? What happened?
This must be a joke. I just saw Mom before I went to sleep. I hugged her before bed. She was fine. She was breathing. She was healthy.
Out by the beach. Dad found her, Maddi can hardly finish the sentence. I ve never heard her like this before. Frightened. Scared. Heartbroken.
No.
No.
After the baby died, Mom started having fears. Weird fears. Fears that made her believe that something was eating her from the inside out, that something was killing her, but that s all they were, fears.
Sometimes I would worry about her. But after months of dealing with it, I decided to let it go. Pretended I didn t care that she was afraid.
How could I have been so stupid?
How could her fears have come true?
That s a lie. You re lying. She s asleep, I shout, and get out of bed. Then I run out of my room and down the dark hallway, to Mom and Dad s room. I m dizzy with sleep and the feeling of sick hits my stomach, but I ignore it.
Where is she? Where s Mom? I scream when I open the bedroom door. But no one s there except Mom s assistant, Amber. She s making the bed and crying.
There s a lamp on by Mom s side of the bed.
Dad isn t here.
Is he out there with her? With Mom?
The light from the lamp washes the room in yellow. There s a shadow on
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Autoren-Porträt von Kyra Leigh
Kyra Leigh
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Kyra Leigh
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2022, International ed, 352 Seiten, Masse: 13,9 x 20,4 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 0593487060
- ISBN-13: 9780593487068
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.01.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
It Will End Like This is startling, propulsive, and creepy as hell. Kyra Leigh lures you into the slow-burn nightmare of two sisters navigating a family tragedy that quickly intensifies into a twisty wild ride. This book is an adrenaline-charged thriller you won t be able to put down. Jennifer Moffett, author of Those Who Prey"Fantastically twisted, with shocking reveals up until the very last page if you think you know how this one will end, I promise, you don't." Kara Thomas, author of That Weekend and The Cheerleaders
It Will End Like This is heart-wrenching and honest, and I wanted to protect these characters with my life. Leigh is a talent to watch. Victoria Lee, author of A Lesson in Vengeance
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