“I suppose you’ll want me to dissect and package it for sale?” Nita shifted her feet, looking at the corpse again. How could I resist?” Her black-and-red-striped bangs fell forward as she dipped her head and half smiled. Her mother shrugged, draping her jacket over a chair.
If she’d wanted to cut up the same unnaturals as usual, she would have asked to stay with her dad in the States and work on unicorns. She’d been looking forward to dissecting something new. It wasn’t that zannies were common, but Nita had dissected plenty during the months she and her mother spent in Southeast Asia last year. I thought we moved to Peru to hunt South and Central American unnaturals? Chupacabras and pishtacos and whatever.” “Another zannie?” Nita scowled at her mother and crossed her arms as she examined the body. He was indistinguishable on the outside from any other human-the inside, of course, was a different matter. Middle-aged, and in the place between pudgy and overweight, he wore a casual business suit and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses with silver handles that blended into the gray at his temples. NITA STARED AT the dead body lying on the kitchen table. To all those who know the line between good and evil is blurrier than people want to admit
| Horror stories.Ĭlassification: LCC PZ7.1.S335 | DDC -dc23 Title: Not even bones / Rebecca Schaefferĭescription: Boston New York : Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, | Summary: Nita’s mother hunts and, after Nita dissects and packages them, sells them online, but when Nita follows her conscience to help a live monster escape, she is sold on the black market in his place. The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:
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