Bea Milton lived an ordinary life - that is - until her long-term boyfriend murdered her. Confused, and as a ghost, Bea wants to investigate. But she soon discovers that everyone seems to be hiding something, and she won’t stop at anything to figure out why. But Bea soon learns that there’s a lot more to figuring out the motive for a murdered than just eavesdropping, no, it takes much, much more than that. Highest ranking: #84 in Mystery/Thriller

Ramona "Mona" Gray only wanted to catch a big fish. Instead she caught a boy the same height as herself. Adam Fink was trying to catch a girl to take home to his grandpa that only wanted him to fall in love... With anyone, he didn't care as long as Adam was happy like his parents had been when they had met. Ramona didn't want a boy to bring home to her mom. Her sister already had a man lined up for the both of them, and neither of those boys was Adam. No, they were "respectful" gentlemen. Which to Ramona meant they were snobbish and most likely sexist in their own subtle ways. They wouldn't care for her boy short hair or that she loved her beanie dearly and would never part with it. Still, with matching plaid button ups that were both bought from the same side of the store it was clear that these two would get along... Well mostly, Adam wasn't too keen when she pushed him off the dock. And Ramona wasn't too happy to jump in after him to save him when he could have easily stood up in the water. After she took to calling him princess while he continued to access that she needed to grow out some stubble since she was already working the "man of the wilderness" look. Their adventures of their senior year will be tricky, probably a bit roundabout, and maybe just a teeny bit romantic. Still its like Ramona always says, "high school is just some pond to practice life in, once its over you go down the river of college and then you're at the ocean of opportunity and depending on what kind of fish you are it could be scary and vast or it can be too small and lonely." Former cover made by -ichor

Quando as nuvens começaram a fechar o céu azul, e o sol se pôs lentamente tingindo o horizonte de vermelho, Maria gerou seu filho mais amado, protegido de Deus e que não chamaram de Salvador. O CRIADOR Entre todas as estrelas que poderia habitar, escolhi esta. A mais linda, a mais azul, a mais viva. E desci com asas de anjo profético em seu interior, desafiando Deus e inventando o homem. Fiz o homem à minha própria imagem e semelhança, cheio de dúvidas, de orgulho e prepotência. Criei o homem para dominar essa estrela, e sussurrei ao seu ouvido que ele era melhor do que qualquer ser vivo que porventura habitasse esse lugar. O homem acreditou. E me chamou de divino, ergueu templos para me venerar, desafiou as leis da natureza e me desafiou. O homem tornou-se, ele mesmo, criador. Criou máquinas que lhe desvinculam do trabalho, criou moradias que lhe afastam das cavernas, enlatou alimentos que lhe garantem refeições fartas, criou robôs que imitam sua existência mas são dominados por sua extravagância natural. E, ao se tornar criador, assim como eu, tornou-se destruidor. O homem poluiu rios, arrancou a proteção da terra para usa-la como combustível em suas engenhocas, destruiu florestas para se deleitar com um local maior para morar ou armazenar seus objetos apocalípticos. Assim como eu me afastei de Deus, o homem se afastou de mim. Insanos, nos projetamos como mísseis destrutivos no caminho da criação. Temo por minha criatura, eu, o criador. Desafiando todas as leis de Deus, temo por meu destino e pelo destino de meus filhos. Porque Deus é, acima de tudo, cruel. Ele esmaga com sua mão impiedosa aquele que o desafia. Estou perdido no medo do que construí e destruí. Estou perdido na minha própria semente. E sei que o homem também está. Vejo minhas criaturas suicidando-se, matando-se, enlouquecendo de tanto medo. Ouço a voz de Deus me chamando. Devo, também, chamar o homem?!?