Cricket Elleson: 2 books

Greer parked himself cross legged in the grass and the dirt beside Ruth's chair, taking the bottle and tipping back another half of the remaining contents. "Tastes like crap." "Really? Because I thought it was suppose to taste like everlasting matrimony," slurred Ruth. When...

Dew raised his hand and drew an invisible, lazy circle in the air before my face, mimicking the motion of the fans. "Now close your eyes." I gave him a look of uncertainty. "Trust me." I warily let the lids of my eyes lower and take away the sight of the fans...