“I got my orders today,” said Sergeant Riku. His normally pale skin had faded until it was lighter than the inside of an unroasted almond. “They are sending me to Yūrei Island.” “Yūrei Island,” Hana’s skin also paled, “The ghost island, the place of hungry spirits.” “Do not say such things,” Riku replied. “Those are … Continue reading Ghost Island by E.E. King