Release Date: January 26, 2016
Publisher: Katherine Tegen Books
Genre(s): Young Adult, Paranormal
Pages: 368
Pre-Order: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | TBD
For fans of Holly Black and Nova Ren Suma, a gripping, hauntingly atmospheric novel about murder, revenge, and a world where monsters—human and otherwise—lurk at the fringes.
When seventeen-year-old Breezy Lin wakes up in a shallow grave one year after her death, she doesn’t remember who killed her or why. All she knows is that she’s somehow conscious—and not only that, she’s able to sense who around her is hiding a murderous past. In life, Breezy was always drawn to the elegance of the universe and the mystery of the stars. Now she must set out to find answers and discover what is to become of her in the gritty, dangerous world to which she now belongs—where killers hide in plain sight and a sinister cult is hunting for strange creatures like her. What she finds is at once empowering, redemptive, and dangerous.
Tense, complex, and wholly engaging, Shallow Graves is a stunning first novel from Kali Wallace.
When seventeen-year-old Breezy Lin wakes up in a shallow grave one year after her death, she doesn’t remember who killed her or why. All she knows is that she’s somehow conscious—and not only that, she’s able to sense who around her is hiding a murderous past. In life, Breezy was always drawn to the elegance of the universe and the mystery of the stars. Now she must set out to find answers and discover what is to become of her in the gritty, dangerous world to which she now belongs—where killers hide in plain sight and a sinister cult is hunting for strange creatures like her. What she finds is at once empowering, redemptive, and dangerous.
Tense, complex, and wholly engaging, Shallow Graves is a stunning first novel from Kali Wallace.
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BLITZ
Twilight Meets The Walking Dead Meets . .
If you woke up in a graveyard after being dead & buried for a year, what would you do?
.
Have you ever had a dream so vivid, it felt like it was real?
Like this one time, I dreamed that I won a million dollars. I pranced around a stage in a leopard leotard and chucks, doing the " twist " like I was born in the 1950's or something. Do you know what I was going to do with all of that money? All the shelves, first editions, and book merch I was going to splurge on? Anyway, I obviously woke up broker than when I went to sleep. It was as if I was Miss Columbia at the Miss Universe pageant, I was not only robbed of my joy, but my dignity people. Stupid dream. Anyway, this definitely wasn't one of those dreams. In fact, it's wasn't a dream at all. I woke up in a graveyard on January 22nd, 2017 after being dead for an entire year.
Problem is, I don't know who killed me.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't even know what I am . . .
I woke to the company of dead people. Like for real. I legit was dumped and left to die in a freaking graveyard. Whatever. It was dawn. The sun barely a tiny slither of light, playing peek-a-boo behind a blanket of dark sky. I squinted at the sun. It seemed to be procrastinating, not really wanting to move a galactic muscle by getting the hell up. I felt the same way. After seconds . . oh wait, was it minutes? Maybe it was hours . . felt like hours, I don't know, but I finally rose. It was clearly winter time, a fluffy dusting of snow covered the ground, but oddly I wasn't cold. I decided to test my limbs, I mean it's usually the first thing people do in these types of situations in movies. I shook my arms, rotated my neck from left to right, wiggled my toes. Everything was intact and seemed to be operating pretty well. Okay good. I really was alive . . alive and dirty as hell. I smelled like mother nature and a few other indescribable things, but you know, whatever. My hair was matted, teeth no longer slick but gritty, and dirt, atleast I think it was dirt, was jam packed into my butt crack. I huffed, (I once read in some English textbook that " huffing " back in the 1400's was considered a sign of disgust. I call BS) which sent me into a coughing fit, then a choking fit, and then a puking fit, except vomit didn't eject itself from my mouth . . . earth worms did.
You have got to be kidding me.
So course I freak out. I mean hello, vomiting worms? Is that even possible? Anyway, I needed answers, and the sooner I was out of this creepy grave site, the better. So I stood up, brushed off my pan . . . Sailor Moon underwear, and stomped off to the land of the living.
Nothing about me seemed normal. I could feel my warm blood racing through my veins, and the weather was obviously below freezing, but it could've been 100 degrees, I couldn't tell the difference. The brightness from the sun made my skin glisten, sorta like that one movie with the cute over-protective guy, and the awkward needy girlfriend. Was there a dog? Yeah, I think the love triangle included an over-grown husky or some shit. Anyway, did I forget to mention I was limping? Yep, like one leg dragging behind me type of limping. Ugh, whatever.
I spotted a diner and limped as fast as my half dead leg would allow. It appeared to be closed, the lights weren't off but it looked dim inside. I pushed on the door, a familiar " ding " filling my ears. Someone looked up. Well not just someone, a cute, really cute someone. I growled. At first I thought it was my stomach sending signals that I was hungry. Surely I haven't eaten in who knows when, but . . . the sound came from . . . my throat. My heart sped up, my mouth watered, and I snarled. Teeth bared in all. WTF BRO.
Uh, you do know we're not open yet right? Cute diner guy was talking. I twitched, my head jerking, making weird movements. Dude, are you like . . deaf? We. Aren't. Open. Yet. I smiled, closed my eyes, took in the scent. Oh yes, I was definitely hungry. Um, can I . . uh eat? I'm starving. Cute diner guy regarded me. Cocked his head to the side, squinted his eyes, furrowed his brow. Where the hell are you coming from? And why do you have on . . are those Sailor Mars panties? Cute diner guy is obviously an idiot. It's Sailor Moon, not Mars you dip shit, and look, I don't know. I woke up in a graveyard, I'm starving, cold, (obviously a lie but it works in movies) I just need help or something. And food. I need food. Cute diner guy relaxed a bit. Uh, okay? So girl in Sailor Mar, err, Jupit, err, Moon panties, you got a name? My heart is racing so fast by this point, I can barely answer. Can we just skip the intros? Cute diner guy huffed, (ha the nerve of him) asked what I wanted to eat. Steak, uh, yeah, steak. He raised an eyebrow. Well done? Medium Well? Medium Rare . . I interrupted him. Raw, give it to me raw. (no pun intended) He raised a second brow. Wow, you are weird. Cute diner guy shrugs, turns around, obviously headed to the back to grab my piece of cow, and before I could even register what was happening, I pounced. My teeth sunk into his neck. I gnarled, and chomped, and slurped, and . . .
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Like this one time, I dreamed that I won a million dollars. I pranced around a stage in a leopard leotard and chucks, doing the " twist " like I was born in the 1950's or something. Do you know what I was going to do with all of that money? All the shelves, first editions, and book merch I was going to splurge on? Anyway, I obviously woke up broker than when I went to sleep. It was as if I was Miss Columbia at the Miss Universe pageant, I was not only robbed of my joy, but my dignity people. Stupid dream. Anyway, this definitely wasn't one of those dreams. In fact, it's wasn't a dream at all. I woke up in a graveyard on January 22nd, 2017 after being dead for an entire year.
Problem is, I don't know who killed me.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't even know what I am . . .
I woke to the company of dead people. Like for real. I legit was dumped and left to die in a freaking graveyard. Whatever. It was dawn. The sun barely a tiny slither of light, playing peek-a-boo behind a blanket of dark sky. I squinted at the sun. It seemed to be procrastinating, not really wanting to move a galactic muscle by getting the hell up. I felt the same way. After seconds . . oh wait, was it minutes? Maybe it was hours . . felt like hours, I don't know, but I finally rose. It was clearly winter time, a fluffy dusting of snow covered the ground, but oddly I wasn't cold. I decided to test my limbs, I mean it's usually the first thing people do in these types of situations in movies. I shook my arms, rotated my neck from left to right, wiggled my toes. Everything was intact and seemed to be operating pretty well. Okay good. I really was alive . . alive and dirty as hell. I smelled like mother nature and a few other indescribable things, but you know, whatever. My hair was matted, teeth no longer slick but gritty, and dirt, atleast I think it was dirt, was jam packed into my butt crack. I huffed, (I once read in some English textbook that " huffing " back in the 1400's was considered a sign of disgust. I call BS) which sent me into a coughing fit, then a choking fit, and then a puking fit, except vomit didn't eject itself from my mouth . . . earth worms did.
You have got to be kidding me.
So course I freak out. I mean hello, vomiting worms? Is that even possible? Anyway, I needed answers, and the sooner I was out of this creepy grave site, the better. So I stood up, brushed off my pan . . . Sailor Moon underwear, and stomped off to the land of the living.
Nothing about me seemed normal. I could feel my warm blood racing through my veins, and the weather was obviously below freezing, but it could've been 100 degrees, I couldn't tell the difference. The brightness from the sun made my skin glisten, sorta like that one movie with the cute over-protective guy, and the awkward needy girlfriend. Was there a dog? Yeah, I think the love triangle included an over-grown husky or some shit. Anyway, did I forget to mention I was limping? Yep, like one leg dragging behind me type of limping. Ugh, whatever.
I spotted a diner and limped as fast as my half dead leg would allow. It appeared to be closed, the lights weren't off but it looked dim inside. I pushed on the door, a familiar " ding " filling my ears. Someone looked up. Well not just someone, a cute, really cute someone. I growled. At first I thought it was my stomach sending signals that I was hungry. Surely I haven't eaten in who knows when, but . . . the sound came from . . . my throat. My heart sped up, my mouth watered, and I snarled. Teeth bared in all. WTF BRO.
Uh, you do know we're not open yet right? Cute diner guy was talking. I twitched, my head jerking, making weird movements. Dude, are you like . . deaf? We. Aren't. Open. Yet. I smiled, closed my eyes, took in the scent. Oh yes, I was definitely hungry. Um, can I . . uh eat? I'm starving. Cute diner guy regarded me. Cocked his head to the side, squinted his eyes, furrowed his brow. Where the hell are you coming from? And why do you have on . . are those Sailor Mars panties? Cute diner guy is obviously an idiot. It's Sailor Moon, not Mars you dip shit, and look, I don't know. I woke up in a graveyard, I'm starving, cold, (obviously a lie but it works in movies) I just need help or something. And food. I need food. Cute diner guy relaxed a bit. Uh, okay? So girl in Sailor Mar, err, Jupit, err, Moon panties, you got a name? My heart is racing so fast by this point, I can barely answer. Can we just skip the intros? Cute diner guy huffed, (ha the nerve of him) asked what I wanted to eat. Steak, uh, yeah, steak. He raised an eyebrow. Well done? Medium Well? Medium Rare . . I interrupted him. Raw, give it to me raw. (no pun intended) He raised a second brow. Wow, you are weird. Cute diner guy shrugs, turns around, obviously headed to the back to grab my piece of cow, and before I could even register what was happening, I pounced. My teeth sunk into his neck. I gnarled, and chomped, and slurped, and . . .
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