{I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes ~ Anne Brontë} I was a modest and unadorned woman. While the world viewed my sister, ever so elaborate, with awe-stricken, widened eyes, I sunk into the shadows and remained unnoticed. If you were to search up the word "mundane" in the English dictionary, you would see the name "Sage Elliot" in bold lettering. Any human being with sense could see that I was nothing special. I was born in a wearisome fashion and had persisted in being unvaried since then. But the truth is, although I rant about my monotonous personality, I loved living my life this way. It was a tranquil paradise where I did not have to worry about all of the eyes in the room falling on me when I made a mistake. Peaceful. How curious that life took that peaceful paradise from me in a mere second.

When Camp crystal lake is attacked by a monster, when others are afraid a girl falls in love with the monster. Will she live?

When her cousin Oliver comes into town after being away for a while, she learns something about him that is life changing. But what he doesn't know, is that she has a secret as well.

Sorry, not finished. 😃 but almost done. You shouldn't be reading if under age 14

{whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars ~ Victor Hugo} I suppose that I, being a young lady of seventeen years, should be quite reserved and quiet. Nobody wants to hear the trivial opinions of an aristocratic man's daughter; in fact, the very idea of stating my thoughts aloud without permission would be an awful sin, deeming me to go to hell. And I suppose, if this is indeed true, then I am surely the devil himself.