Run (Vengeance, Book 1)
A twisted murder, a tangle of lies...Now Rylee must run for her lifeWhat if you discovered that everything you thought you knew about yourself was a lie? Rylee is fifteen. She comes home from school one afternoon to find the most shocking thing possible - her father dead, with a knife through his heart, and a key clutched in his hand. Her mother's purse is on the counter, but she appears to be long gone. A message in blood is written on the floor...RUN.With her brother in tow, Rylee begins a dark journey, one that will uncover horrific and chilling crimes and lead her to an unexpected and gruesome discovery about her real father and what - or who - is behind his insatiable desire to kill. By the journey's end Rylee's childhood is a long way behind her...RUN is the first title in the new Vengeance series, following Rylee as she begins to piece together the story of her life and to avenge unpunished crimes - starting with her own. This is DEXTER with a feisty female protagonist unlike any other in contemporary young adult fiction.
sink as I wet his hair with lukewarm water. It reminds me of when he was a baby and Mom washed him in the sink instead of the tub. I hold onto that memory for a second. He scrunches his eyes shut as I rub in the dye. When I’m done, he will be transformed. He’ll no longer be the little boy with the shock of blond hair, the one that makes him look like he’s stepped out of the home page of a cute kids’ clothing website. While he was getting his disgusting green apple gum, I was shopping for a
Caradee is a complete attention skank and she’d no doubt welcome a stalker. Sure, she’d act all mad and scared, but deep down she’d love being in the center of such a drama. “I’ll friend you right now,” she said, pushing the request button on her phone and waiting for me to accept. I didn’t want to, but I logged in and accepted. “Let’s take a selfie right now and I’ll post it,” she said, holding up her phone and getting into position. And, of course, since Caradee is in control, the photo
had more of her in me. We had traditions that were unlike those of any of the other kids that I knew at school, my only window to what real people did. If I didn’t go to school, I would have had a completely warped view on family life. Maybe everyone was like the Kardashians in one way or another and I just didn’t know it? I could almost see the look on Dad’s face when it was time to leave whenever we were on the run. His anxiety. The way his eyes narrowed and sweat collected at his temples and
delicate print of nautical emblems forming a border—fishermen’s knots, seahorses, life preservers. Nantucket, grandma-style. The bag is unzipped and its opening is like a gaping mouth of a bass with a fat wallet between its jaws. She’s exaggerating her interest in a man, a few years older with a splash of silver on his sideburns, who’s sitting next to her in the way that suggests they really don’t know each other. At least not yet. I watch Nantucket carefully from the corner of my eye. I turn to
characters you grow attached to. Do you feel an emotional attachment to any of the characters in RUN? Yes. Rylee. I love her tortured spirit and her ability to be clever, kind, and yes, ruthless. For the right reasons, I think. As I wrote the book I was rooting for her all the way. She seemed more real to me than any character I’ve ever created. I like her and I want her to find happiness and strength in life in a very real way. I know where she wants to go … and I want to help her get there.