Lost in the Shadows

Lost in the Shadows

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Sleep all day... party all night. David once thought that was the only purpose to his half-life. Stalking through the shadows of Santa Carla, the puppet of his maker,he silently pines his once-human days. David tries to hide the whirling void of loneliness he is spiraling into from the other Lost Boys, and instead throws himself into the waging war of colonies. Lost in the shadows of his kind, David feels he is heading straight into an eternity of meaningless existence. Until he meets Star.
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FINISHED AND COMPLEATED Santa Carla is a city that devours the lost-a place where neon and ocean fog hide monsters with fanged grins and leather jackets. Innocence here isn't just prey; it's bait. She's nineteen, a psychology student fleeing a suffocatingly religious home, more at ease with books and girls than the chaos of boys. She's awkward and anxious, hiding her curves and wild red hair beneath baggy hoodies, a sweet soul with a stubborn streak. She's never had a boyfriend-never wanted one. Boys are loud, brash, dangerous. She's always kept her distance. But Santa Carla has other appetites. And so does he. David is every warning ever whispered at Sunday school: platinum hair, leather and smoke, a villain's eyes and a devil's smile. He's everything she fears: When their worlds collide-her stumbling, blushing, apologizing; him amused, predatory, intrigued by a girl who should know better-the night itself sharpens its teeth. There's something in her that calls to David, a purity he aches to corrupt, a sweetness he aches to taste. In Santa Carla, desire is deadly and monsters always find their prey. Some call it the murder capital of the world. Here, even the sweetest blood can drive a vampire mad.

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