Katherine Arden

Soon the old autumn sun would bed down in cloud blankets, and there would be weeks of gray rain before it finally decided to snow

What if a vampire army came through the gates right now? Or no, it’s sunny. Werewolves? Or what if the Brewsters’ Halloween skeleton decided to unhook himself from the third-floor window and lurch out the door?

She wanted to go outside, she wanted to ride her bike, and she didn’t want to rejoin chess club