[PLEASE READ REVISED VERSION INSTEAD (BLACK HOLES ALL THE WAY DOWN)] "You know, there are two reasons why people don't talk about things; either it means nothing to them or it means everything." It's a year after Connor Mathews committed suicide, leaving his best friend Danielle lost and confused. The two shared everything since they were kids, so where were the signs? Why did Connor believe the world would be better off without him? Danielle is familiar with loss, but this news hits her like a bullet. Connor and Danielle were partners in crime. But with Connor gone, Danielle is just a lonely outsider with a slight temper and a high probability to self-destruct. After a few unlikely encounters that create a few unlikely friendships, Danielle begins to wonder if maybe not all surprises are bad. But without the answers she needs to erase the ambiguity surrounding Connor's death, how will she maintain a healthy life? Is it possible to live happily even in the face of everlasting unanswerable questions?

The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Haven't we met before?" I blurted out, stopping him mid-step. He turned then, raising an eyebrow and studying me through his dark eyes. Then, he laughed. "In your dreams, sweetheart." • • • • High school senior Carter Aimes has been having the same dreams for over two months. And these recurring dreams have been about the same gorgeous guy. Hair so dark it's almost black, chocolate brown eyes, a winning smile complete with dimples...he doesn't have the kind of face anyone would forget, let alone someone who sees that face every night after closing her eyes. One day while running errands at the grocery store, Carter happens to bump into a certain familiar face who turns out to be none other than the guy from her dreams. Through a series of petty arguments, sleepless nights, and bruised apples, the two bring themselves closer and closer together. And if anyone asks her how they met, she can say she simply saw him... ...in a dream. © Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved.

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.

"Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell." -Kim Edwards Eleanor Morisette doesn't speak. She doesn't have an illness that causes it, and wasn't born mute; she just chooses not to talk. What reason is there to say words when no one's there to hear them? Instead, she expresses herself through the art of photography. Obsessed with the beauty in the world that overshadows her own problems, all she wants is to someday capture life to its fullest; without having to worry about her parents' declining love and the loneliness of being an outcast at school. But what happens when she accidentally takes a photo of a boy who she can't take her mind off? Will he be the one to open up her shell? Or will she continue wandering lost in her world of lonely magic?

What if you found out that you weren't normal?

❝is this all we get? to be absolute?❞ (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)

It all started with a word written on a paper aeroplane - Eat. Alice is battling with anorexia, and paranoid delusions of being ugly. So when she meets Sam, falling in love doesn't seem like such a bad idea. But her heart is broken again, and soon enough she finds herself spiralling back into her hole of depression...

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry!" My face burned from the embarrassment of tripping over flat ground, and falling on top of a complete stranger, smashing my lips against his in the process. "No problem at all. It was the best kiss I've ever had," He smiled back at me, his beautiful eyes crinkling kindly. * * * Eighteen-year-old Sawyer Adams is too tall, lanky and awkward - the reason why she never gets asked out by boys her age and can't seem to fit in. That is, until she fell over and kissed a stranger in Barnes and Noble.