BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora "Rory" Routledge is not just your average Outer Banks teen-she's John B's twin sister and the perfect partner-in-crime for summer adventures. Alongside their tight-knit group of best friends-JJ, Pope, and Kie-the R...
I'm in a clique, but I want out It's not the same as when I was punched In the old days, there was enough The card games and knees with the bitter salt of blood
I was in but I want out My mother's love is choking me I'm sick of words that hang above my head: "What about the kid?" It's time the kid got free
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Be part of the love club Everything will glow for you Go get punched for the love club For the love club
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Your clothes are soaked and you don't know where to go So drop your chin and take yourself back home And roll out your maps and papers Find out your hiding places again The only problem that I got with the club Is how you're severed from the people who watched you grow up When you're a member, go on your great adventure again And we'll be waiting at the end
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Rory~
THE Twinkie roared to life as John B hit the gas, the tires crunching on gravel as we pulled onto the road. There was a buzzing, nervous energy filling the air, one that could only come from being on the brink of something huge. Treasure, the cross, the mystery—everything was piling up like waves about to break, and none of us knew what would be waiting on the other side.
The windows were down, the warm coastal breeze whipping through the car. I leaned back into the seat, feeling the weight of the day on my shoulders, but also the excitement coursing through me. JJ was perched on the floor, his back against my seat, my fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair as I tried to keep my nerves in check. It was one of those things that calmed both of us—his hair, my hands, the quiet reassurance that we were in this together.
Sarah sat in the front, her eyes distant as she stared out at the passing scenery. She was always a bit like that—half in the world with us, half in her own head. Kie and Carter were beside me on the leather backseat, both equally nervous and yet excited to learn and figure out more about the mystery that is the Gold Cross.
Pope was hunched over the photocopies of the tattered old diary that belonged to Denmark Tanny, his voice breaking the quiet that had settled over us.
"Guys, listen to this," Pope said, his voice edged with curiosity. "The diary says the cross holds the most holy relic in all of Christendom, The Garment of the Saviour."
Kie twisted around in her seat, a frown tugging at her lips. "So wait, he's saying there's a holy garment inside the cross?"
"The Holy Garment must have some powers then," I chimed in, leaning forward slightly. "Oh, P, remember all those paintings of Jesus healing people with his touch at Limbrey's home?"
