After her mother’s death, Sophie’s wish to escape into her imaginary world becomes reality with the help of an enchanted quill. One problem: Her sister has fallen in with her. Stuck, Sophie must grapple with more than a bruja-cursed prince to get them home. She’ll need to navigate a story that’s no longer the one she wrote. THE ASTONISHING COLOR OF AFTER + INKHEART.
Scientists say it’s possible other worlds exist, but I know for a fact there are three: The World of Before, the World of After, and the World of Eden.
The World of Before is vivid colors and bright lights. It’s shiny, like a new penny, and just as useless. Because the World of Before doesn’t exist anymore. It lives in memories where it thrives in embellishment and is gilded in gold and silver. Where it calls to me so loud, I can’t forget how much I wish to go back.
But I’m stuck in After.
My cheek sticks to my desk when I lift my head. It’s dark and the streetlight paints the early morning a sepia tone. The house is quiet. It’s always quiet. Like everyone still alive became a ghost by association.
My heart thuds dully in my chest.
Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.
I’m vaguely hungry, which is my state of being lately. Hollow but knowing nothing can fill me. I sit up and fish Pop-Tarts out of a shelf beneath my desk. There’s an open packet already and I take a piece, the brown sugar melting against my tongue. Out in the hall, a door creaks open, and shuffling footsteps follow.
Sara passes my room. She doesn’t pause the way she would’ve a week ago. Or slam open my door to scare me the way she liked to a month ago.