*Abandoned for now At the witching hour of a surreal September night, Alan Washington turns on his TV and within that plastic screen sees both the burning of Boston and the death of an era. The death of this good era, this good, convenient, peaceful era Alan has lived his whole life inside of, and the birth of another. Another era, another earth, another life, where the red sun rises over a wasteland and sets over the wild husks of things that were once human. The witching hour of a surreal September night. This is where his story begins. **updating often** - - - #74 in Adventure August 6, 2015 **Please don't forget to vote, share and comment :) Thanks!**

Misunderstood and overmedicated, twelve-year-old Lilith Bloom finds the prospect of a grand family reunion decidedly dull... That is, until she discovers that the rose garden surrounding her grandfather's Berlin mansion is, well, completely and utterly carnivorous. Armed with Panther, her talking pet whippet, and the help of the mute boy next door, Lilith must unravel the secrets behind the mysterious estate, all while her family remains gloriously unaware that they are about to be devoured.

This is a story about a lot of things. Things like bluebirds and Harbingers, ukuleles and fancy bicycles, old people, young people, poetry, weed and no-good boyfriends, digging through trashcans, painting, recycling, smoking and drinking, friends and neighbors, parties and Christmas gifts, stolen things and lost things, dancing, terrible singing, guilt, angry people and sad people, but also happy people, nursing homes, a large black dog named Moppy, tree-climbing and ice-skating, smiling, and above all, an old man named Humphrey. Told from the fresh perspective of nine-year-old Lola Wosey. ~~ Everything in this story came from my head. All of the characters, events and settings are fictional and are mine. You absolutely may not reproduce or use this book or any part of it. It's mine. Don't be a jackass about it. © R.M. Cage 2014, and all that.