She was, simply, a comet. Beautiful and bright but burning and crumbling up close. She’d scorch those who dared to come near and offer them more of herself, little pieces dropping like breadcrumbs through the forest to lead your way. But those burned in the pit of my stomach, too.

Kylie Smolko is a published ghostwriter and freelance editor. She loves all things horror and romance and loves her cat an unhealthy amount. She lives in the United Kingdom because she decided that Florida was too darn hot.