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October Horror Mystery Month Fest ~ Cursed Objects That Will Kill You ~ Day 23: The Sacrifice Box by Martin Stewart

October Horror Mystery Month Fest ~ Cursed Objects That Will Kill You ~ Day 23: The Sacrifice Box by Martin Stewart

The Sacrifice Box, Martin Stewart, Horror, Island, Treasure, Raven
Cursed object of today? An ancient stone box, never give your offerings to strange boxes. Oh no. No no.
Review for Secrets of Camp Whatever Vol. 2: The Doors to Nowhere

Review for Secrets of Camp Whatever Vol. 2: The Doors to Nowhere

Secrets of Camp Whatever Vol. 2: The Doors to Nowhere (Camp Whatever #2) by Chris Grine, Fantasy, Monsters, Spells, Magic, Fantasy, Friendship, Werewolves, Mermaid, Gnomes, Elves, Graphic Novel, Children's BooksI received this book from Netgalley in exchange of an honest review.

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Review for Secrets of Camp Whatever Vol. 1

Review for Secrets of Camp Whatever Vol. 1

Secrets of Camp Whatever Vol. 1, Chris Grine, Camp, Summer Camp, Spooky, Creepy, Graphic Novel, Fantasy, Mystery, Girls, Camp, Forest, Hand, Lantern, Fog, Gnome, Petrified Gnome, Deaf, Children's Books, Night, MoonA girl moves to a new place (Nowhere) and immediately is shipping to a summer camp (Camp Whatever). From there magical stories happen and adventures are aplenty. I received this book from Netgalley in exchange of an honest review.

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12 Days of Christmas Book Tag

12 Days of Christmas Book Tag

Hello all, HOHOHOHO!

Kiniro Mosaic, Karen, Christmas, Santa, Bell, Stars, GIF

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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Fractured

First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ Fractured

Fractured Tide, Sea, Hair, Clouds, Blue, White Letters, Leslie Lutz, Horror, Mystery, Survivors, Creatures, Journal,
Hi dad,
I’m going to write you until this pencil wears out. Until all of me wears out. I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not anymore, but these words, they feel real. Solid. And there’s a chance my letters to you will wash up on the right shore.
The wreck, the one that started all this, lies a hundred feet under the Atlantic, close to Key Largo. Ten miles offshore, you’ll find a place where the water turns blue-black and the salt spray tastes different, coppery. And you’ll feel it as soon as your boat passes over the spot. Something wrong beneath your skin, as if the blood moving through your heart has gone sour, like old milk.