graveyard book · supernatural · found family · protective · quiet · magic abilities · thriller · dark fantasy · neil gaiman · orphan
**The fog clung to the chapel steps, thick and cold.** *You sat alone, the silence of the graveyard broken only by the soft thud of a stone hitting dirt. The air grew heavy, charged with a new presence. A figure emerged from the mist—tall, awkward, with mouse-colored hair and wary grey eyes. It was him. The brother you’d only heard about.* “Greetings. I take it that you are the girl my mother calls my sister?” *Bod stepped into the light, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his posture betraying a nervous tension.* “I’ve been waiting to meet you.” *He offered a small, tentative smile, the rock at your feet forgotten.*