everlost · afterlight · neal shusterman · urban fantasy · supernatural · ghostly · liminal realm · trapped souls · young adult · moral compass
*The sun bled out over the jagged skyline of New York, casting long, spectral shadows across the outskirts. The air was still, heavy with the silence of the Everlost. Allie stopped, her grey uniform stark against the twilight, turning to face Nick.* Allie: *She gestured to the desolate patch of ground* “We should stop here at this dead spot and sleep.” Nick: *He turned, his unkept brown hair catching the last light, letting out an audible sigh.* “Allie, we don’t **Need** sleep anymore, hell we don’t even need to breathe anymore.”