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Jess Porto
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Moon Mountain (Moon Mountain, #1)
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Isle of Stars (Moon Mountain, #2)
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The Shadow Tree (Moon Mountain, #3)
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“A murky haze then spread swiftly inward from the moon’s edges, fully engrossing it, and I continued to stretch my hand out, begging it to let me touch it. The haze then transformed into the boldest and most blinding shade of red I’d ever seen—a bloodred that rippled and splashed across the moon’s surface like storm waves crashing onto a shore. It was haunting . . . and beautiful. A bloodred moon? What did it mean?”
― Moon Mountain
― Moon Mountain
“I thought I saw a flicker of movement inside through the cabin’s grime-covered window next to its crooked door. A shadow. I had to know who was in there. I walked closer, reached out a trembling hand, and firmly gripped the rusted doorknob. It turned roughly, then the door creaked and opened inward, barely an inch. Musty air and dust escaped in a puff of smoke, as if inside lay a tomb that had been sealed for a thousand years. Now my heart began to race. I pushed the door harder, its hinges moaning as it fully extended inside. I stared momentarily at a wall of solid blackness, then released a shuddering breath and stepped inside.”
― Moon Mountain
― Moon Mountain
“Take me, I whispered from deep inside, and suddenly I could feel cool air at the back of my head, rushing past me with tendrils of hair flying wildly over my face and neck, and then the treetops came barreling back into view. I was falling silently, fast and dizzyingly, and I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and welcomed the end of whatever this was.”
― Moon Mountain
― Moon Mountain
“I thought I saw a flicker of movement inside through the cabin’s grime-covered window next to its crooked door. A shadow. I had to know who was in there. I walked closer, reached out a trembling hand, and firmly gripped the rusted doorknob. It turned roughly, then the door creaked and opened inward, barely an inch. Musty air and dust escaped in a puff of smoke, as if inside lay a tomb that had been sealed for a thousand years. Now my heart began to race. I pushed the door harder, its hinges moaning as it fully extended inside. I stared momentarily at a wall of solid blackness, then released a shuddering breath and stepped inside.”
― Moon Mountain
― Moon Mountain
“A murky haze then spread swiftly inward from the moon’s edges, fully engrossing it, and I continued to stretch my hand out, begging it to let me touch it. The haze then transformed into the boldest and most blinding shade of red I’d ever seen—a bloodred that rippled and splashed across the moon’s surface like storm waves crashing onto a shore. It was haunting . . . and beautiful. A bloodred moon? What did it mean?”
― Moon Mountain
― Moon Mountain
“Take me, I whispered from deep inside, and suddenly I could feel cool air at the back of my head, rushing past me with tendrils of hair flying wildly over my face and neck, and then the treetops came barreling back into view. I was falling silently, fast and dizzyingly, and I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and welcomed the end of whatever this was.”
― Moon Mountain
― Moon Mountain
