The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed—the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with leather straps at the sides and a worn Great Temolo decal near the left shoulder. Her wings are a crazy black-and-white-checkered pattern, like they've been spray-painted at a body shop to look like hipster sneakers.


Going Bovine (ed. Delacorte Books for Young Readers, 2009) - ISBN: 9780375893766


The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed—the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn...

The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed—the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn...

The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed—the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn...

The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed—the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn...