A School for the Dead

Squinting in the sunshine, I stretched awake, refreshed and ready for the day. Until I remembered. Images of the curious crowd and the ambulance doors closing hammered against my skull. And the school bus. Each detail of that frenetic ride washed over me. Ugh, the memory stream, again. I tamped them down, trying to concentrate. Maybe the bus will return and take me home. Like that was going to happen.Remember, you’re dead, a small voice reminded me.The unimaginable and the magic of the unknown, the world of mortality and the world beyond—all of these are the essence of A School for the Dead. Enter a world where the children are not quite what they seem….