Nothing But Bones

This isn't Tiff Sheridan's best day. Not only is it a muggy and humid July, but her rat stole a golf cart, her least-favorite Black Robes Division agent showed up at the police station, and now she absolutely has to go to a tiny town across the Canadian border to track down a necromancer and serial killer named Boris Covington. Plus, Kepler ate poison and she can't stop botching social situations. It's par for the course, but that doesn't mean she likes it.

Neither does Elton Castle, a local from Beaverdell, Canada. Reeling from a botched social endeavor of his own and-- relatedly-- pining for his American best friend, Elton is looking for a paranormal distraction from his current romantic woes, a fun way to spend his day off, and an eventual escape from his mother's house. If that involves ghosts, then so be it. He and his trusty right-hand-dog, Dingus, have definitely seen weirder things.

With Elton determined to figure out who this freaky American girl Dale Cooper-ing his town really is and what she's up to and Tiff frantically trying to find Boris Covington, defend Elton, and keep her cool in the face of a returning foe, the slow burn of the murderous necromancer's sticky, papayous influence eats the wick toward the wax and begs the question: do they sell pancakes at Canadian diners? Why do you think they wouldn't? Can you survive your own death and still call yourself human? What's inside the most haunted house in Beaverdell?