Jacob Seifert

Hello! Will be updating the girl without eyes? 

pls upload again i loved the boy with words on his skin 

what if liiike: They all disstroy there Tokens and then they  go back to normal. cos like  they turned into what they chose so if they break it would  they go back to there old selfs? 

WERE ARE YOU I stayed up readthe boy with words on. His sink till 3 am only to find out the ending was a cliff hanger and the sequel hasn't been upfor 2 years 

hi, are you okay?

hi! just wanted to know when u r going to next update the girl without eyes

Hey can you please check out my new book I’m sure you’ll like it:
          
          
          https://my.w.tt/KjGd9zHq08

Hello! I’ve just started writing a story, and I’d like to know if as a popular writer (I really love your books btw!) you’d have any advice for me?

I am so excited to announce that I just posted the first chapter to The Girl Without Eyes, the sequel to The Boy with Words for Skin. I will be writing and sharing more (hopefully over the holiday break), but I cannot wait to see what you all think. I have some great things planned for you all, so please read, like, and comment.

Hello everyone!
          
          I'm sorry for being away for so long, but I am back and now working on the sequel to The Boy with Words for Skin! I'm very excited to start sharing this  early next month, so consider this an early Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanza present from me to you!
          
          Want a sneak peak into The Girl Without Eyes? See below for the first couple of pages. I'm so excited to see what you all think once I start posting!
          
          The Girl Without Eyes
          
          Chapter One
          
          I am dead.
          
          I’m dead.
          
          I am no longer alive.
          
          It doesn’t matter how I say it because the words always sound so wrong. Not because I haven’t accepted that I’m dead. I have accepted it. As awful as it is, that’s the simple truth. I’m dead. It’s just strange to think of myself as being dead because, well, here I am. There was no light at the end of a tunnel, and there was no ceasing to exist. For me, death was neither an end nor a beginning. 
          
          If I don’t sound very upset about dying, it’s because I’m not. Maybe I’m in denial, or maybe the full impact of my death hasn’t sunk in—I haven’t been dead for very long, I think—or maybe it’s just difficult to be upset when it doesn’t seem like much has changed. I’m still in 407 West Marshall Street, and I’m still away from my family, and I’m still unhappy about both of those things.