Boneyard tides - amo jones

Picture this.

youre sitting by the ocean, sipping your favorite cocktail.

The sun is setting over your skin, and the sound of waves crashing against the sand offers the perfect background music for the mellow reggae tunes that play through the salty air.

Life is good.

You have a best friend who seems to be a better friend to you than he is a boyfriend to his girl, your mom is calling your phone to ask what time youll be home for dinner, and your current plaything is too busy flirting with another girl in a desperate attempt to see if you care.

Pathetic.

But you dont care because the sand is between your toes, your surfboard is freshly waxed, and you are one hundred percent sure that your life is perfect.

It was all perfect, right? Except Hades Hollow would never be perfect.

This was a town built on old stories that were planted, grew, and eventually rotted here.

It was a vicious cycle of rebirth.

The stories would never die.

not at least until the real one had been told.

It all started with a game.

The kind of trickery that poisons your heart because it knows the mind is weak.

One was my nemesis, a genre-meddling musician.

The foe .

One was as scary as he was charming.

The weapon .

And one was a billionaire.

The ruse .

I mean, I knew that, right.

I knew who they were.

I was about to find out the hard way that I didnt know anything at all.

Im Shiloh St.

Claire.

A daughter, a friend.

and The liar .