Chapters (154)
- THE HOLLOW SERIES BOOKS 1–4
- Contents
- Dead Witch Walking
- Title Page
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Acknowledgements
- The Good, The Bad and The Undead
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Acknowledgements
- Every Which Way But Dead
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Acknowledgements
- A Fistful of Charms
- A FISTFUL OF CHARMS
- Dedication
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading
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- About the Author
- About the Publisher
There wasn’t much Jenks could say to that. “You need anything while I’m out?” he said, clearly changing the subject.
My lips curved upward. “Yeah. Can you get one of those disposable cameras?”
Jenks blinked, then smiled. “Sure. I’d love a shot of you and me together in front of the bridge.” Still smiling, he whistled for Jenks and turned away.
The reminder of why we were there intruded, and my stomach clenched. “Uh, Jenks. I could use something else too.” His eyes went expectant, and I licked my lips nervously. You’re a bad girl, Rachel. “I need something made from bone,” I said.
Jenks’s eyebrows rose. “Bone?”
I nodded. “About fist-sized? Don’t spend a lot of money on it. I’m thinking I might be able to move the curse from the statue to something else. It needs to have been alive at some point, and I don’t think wood is animate enough.”
Feet scuffing, Jenks nodded. “You got it,” he said, turning to the dry, desperate-sounding clatter of pixy wings. It was Jax, and the exhausted pixy almost fell into his dad’s hand.
“Tink’s dia—uh, diapers,” Jax exclaimed, changing his oath mid-phrase. “It’s cold out here. My wings don’t even work. Jeez, Dad, are you sure it’s okay for me to be out here?”
“You’re fine.” Taking off his hat, Jenks raised his hand and Jax made the jump to his head. Jenks carefully replaced his cap. “It takes practice to know how long your wings will work in low temps and get yourself to a heat source in time. That’s what we’re doing this for.”
“Yeah, but it’s cold!” Jax complained, his voice muffled.
Jenks was smiling when he met my gaze. “This is fun,” he said, sounding surprised. “Maybe I should go into business training pixy backups.”
I chuckled, then turned solemn. It would make his last months more enjoyable if he could teach what he could no longer do. I knew Jenks’s thoughts were near mine when the emotion left his face. “Jenks’s school for pixy pirates,” I quipped, and he smiled, but it faded fast.
“Thanks, Jenks,” I said as he made motions to return to the car. “I really appreciate this.”
“No prob, Rache.” He touched his hat. “Finding stuff is what pixies do fourth best.”
I snorted, pulling myself in and already knowing what Jenks thought pixies did first best. And it wasn’t saving my ass like he told everyone.