it's 1813, and florence hummingdale is having the time of her life (or death, depending on how you look at it). florence is a vampire, living with four other vampire girls in an abbey outside london: estella clements, theodosia rathbone, genevieve goldsworthy, and marianne st. james. despite their wildly different personalities, the five girls have grown incredibly close in the two hundred years they've been acquainted. but when marianne, a romantic who has sworn off love, falls for a human man, chaos breaks out at manfred abbey, and even florence's sarcasm and wit can't help them now.

Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.

A coming-of-age story about a snake girl called Kay and her shape-shifting friend who accidentally uncover a conspiracy and wind up changing the world. ***** Kay is a sarcastic, ordinary high school girl who enjoys her weekends and doesn't think much about anything. Kay is also a green-skinned, reptilian-human variant. In her world, all children born on any given day look the same, all over the world. Nobody knows why. There are extreme mutations: tentacles, wings, fur, horns, and abilities to leap tall buildings or breathe fire. That's just how it's always been and Kay thinks nothing of it, until she meets Cal: a shape-shifter who is on the run and needs her help to uncover what's really going on. Wattys 2016 winner: Trailblazers category "This book is Jumper. . meets terminator... meets...twilight zone." shadowgirlzzz Content warning: This story includes themes of bullying and prejudice.

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.

"The morning drips along like sap from a pine. Slow in the way only summer can be, like a dial's been turned and suddenly we all drift in slow motion like water striders hovering just on the surface of everything. "