Justin Harrison is dyslexic. He has trouble with reading comprehension and numbers. He basically thinks he's stupid. Dyslexia is his fatal flaw, his hamartia, according to him. Since I saw him in the Emerald Cafe, staring at his worksheet, all he ever did was to try not to be dyslexic. But Justin Harrison is so much more than his dyslexia... He just doesn't know.

Clea Walther was not an ordinary eighteen-year-old girl. She was different, and her life had never been perfect. Her only brother, Luca, thrives to protect her from the ordinary crash courses of life. When detective Scott Lancaster, a small town detective, knocks on their door early Wednesday morning, everything turns to dust when they arrest Luca for the murder of Clea's previous adoptive family in San Diego. Clea is broken as her only family is taken away from her. She turns to Luca's best friend, Ryan, for help, only to find him "missing." Will Clea find Ryan in time and rescue her brother? Or are the murders more twisted than she thought?

Bethesda trust fund baby Danica Millers has everything anyone could possibly want; she's rich, she's gorgeous, she's popular, she's smart, she's athletic, she's got the best of friends and she is the most elite of the elite. And then her best friend is shot in the head in the middle of a gang war while running errands in downtown DC. Armed with a blend of acrobatics, street-fighting and boxing, a mind like a steel trap, resources to match, an instinct for danger, a love for the chase, a love for the thrill, and a cold-hearted determination to see this to the end, Danica is prepared to take down every aspect of the DC underground crime network and untangle every mess the wretched city has gotten into. All in the name of justice and retribution which Danica has traded her soul for. Balancing society parties with snobby rich kids in her private school, fighting crime into the wee hours of the morning, dealing with completely oblivious parents, training herself to be the most effective and lethal crime fighter she can possibly be, fighting off an absolute slew of suitors, studying her brains out for AP Chinese midterms, desperately trying not to feel guilty about lying to her only real friend left, and dragging her bruised and aching body out of bed every morning, Danica Millers isn't giving up. Who says sophomore year has to be boring?