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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2011 by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Atwater-Rhodes, Amelia.

All just glass / by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. — 1st ed.

p. cm.

Companion to Shattered mirror.

Summary: Turned into a vampire by the boy she thought she loved, seventeen-year-old Sarah, daughter of a powerful line of vampire-hunting witches, is now hunted by her older sister Adia, who has been given the assignment to kill Sarah.

eISBN: 978-0-375-89807-5

[1. Vampires—Fiction. 2. Witches—Fiction. 3. Sisters—Fiction.] I. Title.

PZ7.A8925Al 2011

[Fic]—dc22

2010003772

Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read.

v3.1

All Just Glass is dedicated to mothers and families trying their best. They say we don’t choose our families, but I am one of the few who could never have chosen better than I received. I know how lucky I am.

Along that line, I need to thank my sister Rachel for helping me revise the first chapter samples of All Just Glass (as well as Token of Darkness and Poison Tree). Rachel, you were my very first reader and editor, since I was in sixth grade and gave you Red Moon. Your honest support has always encouraged me to tackle new challenges and to be better than I ever would have been without you.

Thank you as well and as always to my writing group, who took so much abuse as part of the revision process of All Just Glass. Bri, Sha, Mop, Zim and Mace … you put up with so much from me. I never could have brought AJG to this point without you.

Finally, once more I must thank the Office of Letters and Light for bringing us NaNoWriMo. I spent about ten years trying to write All Just Glass. I finally put aside everything I had written and, without referring to any notes or prose from the past decade, went for 50k/30 days in November of 2008. I have never been happier with the results of slightly bending the rules.

I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH


I have a rendezvous with Death

At some disputed barricade,

When Spring comes back with rustling shade

And apple-blossoms fill the air—

I have a rendezvous with Death

When Spring brings back blue days and fair.


It may be he shall take my hand

And lead me into his dark land

And close my eyes and quench my breath—

It may be I shall pass him still.

I have a rendezvous with Death

On some scarred slope of battered hill,

When Spring comes round again this year

And the first meadow-flowers appear.


God knows ’twere better to be deep

Pillowed in silk and scented down,

Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,

Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,

Where hushed awakenings are dear …

But I’ve a rendezvous with Death

At midnight in some flaming town,

When Spring trips north again this year,

And I to my pledged word am true,

I shall not fail that rendezvous.

—Alan Seeger

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Epilogue

About the Author

CHAPTER 1

SATURDAY, 5:52 A.M.

THE RINGING IN her ears surely was the sound of the world shattering. It was louder than the November air whistling outside as it tore leaves

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