The Secret Hour (Midnighters #1)
Scott Westerfeld
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: 0060519533
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A few nights after Jessica Day arrives in Bixby, Oklahoma, she wakes up at midnight to find the entire world frozen, except for her and a few others who call themselves 'midnighters'. Dark things haunt this midnight hour – dark things with a mysterious interest in Jessica. The question is ?hy;
The Secret Hour is a compelling tale of dark secrets, midnight romance, eerie creatures, courage, destiny, and unexpected peril.
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were only three or four here. It was too warm and sunny in Oklahoma to do the whole vampire thing. Unless, of course, you were “photophobic,” if Dess had even been telling the truth about that. Now the boy was looking at Jessica too, as if he and Dess were both expecting her to join them. The other girl at the table was staring off into space, headphones over her ears. Jessica looked around for somewhere else to sit. She wasn’t up for any more head games today. She looked for Constanza or Liz,
cat came closer and sniffed. “It’s all right.” Jessica reached out one finger and scratched lightly at the top of its head. “Rrrrrrrr.” The low, terrible noise welled up from the creature, as deep as a tiger’s growl, and it backed away with its belly pressed to the floor. “Hey, relax,” Jessica said, pulling her hand back to a safe distance. The black cat’s eyes were filled with terror. It turned and ran to the bedroom door, scratching plaintively. Jessica stood and took a few careful steps
fours, which Dess did, but hardly dangerous. On top of that, “S-e-p-t-e-m-b-e-r f-i-v-e” spelled out had thirteen letters, which was as safe as any number could be. What was to complain about? But Rex was worried. Dess looked up. The dark moon looked normal, rising at its usual stately pace and resplendent with its usual gorgeous, pale blue light. So far, Dess hadn’t heard the sounds of anything big roaming. Nor had she seen too many slithers. Not a single one, in fact, not even out of the
probably sleeps for twenty-three of our days in a row.” Rex’s bike wobbled. She could tell he hadn’t thought this through before. She shook her head. People’s lives would be so much simpler if every once in a while they bothered to do the math. “And that means,” he said slowly, “that they only hunt about once a month. Like a werewolf in mythology.” “Exactly. That must be where the whole full-moon thing comes from. Except darklings hunt once every 3.571429 weeks, not every four. But who’s
slender finger of the cold lightning that leapt from the ring of steel Dess had created. He could see the slithers swirling overhead, drawn to the snake pit and its ancient stones, barely smart enough to avoid the deadly forces they attracted from the clean metal. He could also see darklings overhead, hovering wary and patient, waiting for something to happen. Everything was in readiness. Unfortunately, it was all happening hundreds of yards away, across open, defenseless desert. “I have no
