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Informationen zum Autor Amelia Atwater-Rhodes wrote her first novel, In the Forests of the Night , when she was 13 years old. Visit her online at www.ameliaatwaterrhodes.com. Klappentext Cooper Blake has everything going for him—until he wakes from a car accident with his football career in ruins and a mysterious, attractive girl by his side. Cooper doesn't know how Samantha got there or why he can see her; all he knows is that she's a ghost, and the shadows that surround her seem intent on destroying her. No one from Cooper's old life would understand what he can barely grasp himself. . . . But Delilah, the captain of the cheerleading squad, has secrets of her own, like her ability to see beyond the physical world, and her tangled history with Brent, a loner from a neighboring school who can hear strangers' most intimate thoughts. Delilah and Brent know that Cooper is in more trouble than he realizes, and that Samantha may not be as innocent as she has led Cooper to believe. But the only way to figure out where Samantha came from will put them all in more danger than they ever dreamed possible.1 "Necromantic golem." Cooper gave a start. He had been lost in reverie, the content of which had fled his mind the moment Samantha had spoken. "What?" "Necromantic golem," she repeated. "I'm just saying. It's an option." Cooper looked down, and realized he had nicked himself with the knife when she startled him. The cut wasn't bad, but he pulled his hand and the knife away from the counter and the compulsively neat apple slices sitting there. "You're going to have to clarify for me," he said as he washed the cut and reached for a bandage. "And get off the counter." "I'm not technically on the counter," she objected, "and I should think it would be the natural answer to our situation." Cooper shook his head and studied Samantha as he carefully cleaned up after his mishap. She was petite, standing only a little over five feet tall. She had straight blond hair with silver highlights that looked natural, along with a few streaks of teal that didn't. She was cute, actually, bordering on sexy, a fact that did not seem to be lost on her. Today she was wearing a short, pleated skirt--black with neon pink splotches--and a green and orange striped peasant-style blouse. Beneath the skirt, she wore gray paisley stockings, torn at the bottom to expose most of her bare feet. Her eyes were . . . well, it was hard to tell. They were prismatic. Looking in them almost gave Cooper as much of a headache as today's outfit did. Cooper had asked Samantha about her clothes at some point over the summer. She had told him she didn't decide what to "wear"--her clothes were no more solid than she was--but admitted that she "liked bright colors." Very bright, apparently. She certainly looked like she was sitting on the counter, but of course it didn't matter. She could as easily have been standing in the counter, or on the wall or the ceiling. She did things like that sometimes, defying the laws of physics without seeming to notice or care. If she had been alive, it probably would have been considered a health hazard when she walked through the food, but since she was a ghost and not dripping ectoplasm, it was only annoying. And only to Cooper, because no one but him seemed able to see her. Even when she lay in the middle of the pastries display case as if it were Snow White's glass coffin, everyone else was oblivious to her presence, including Cooper's father, who owned the shop. "Seriously," she insisted now, apparently not ready to let this idea drop. "Golem." He rolled his eyes. "I assume you mean for you." "Uh-huh." "And I assume you mean I should make one, so you can . . . take it over, or whatever." "It's not possession if it's a golem, since they don't have s...
