Jenny Pox: (Jenny Pox #1)
J. L. Bryan
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Eighteen-year-old Jenny Morton has a horrific secret: her touch spreads a deadly supernatural plague, the "Jenny pox." She lives by a single rule: Never touch anyone. A lifetime of avoiding any physical contact with others has made her isolated and painfully lonely in her small rural town.
Then she meets the one boy she can touch, and her life begins to change. Jenny feels herself falling for him, but first Jenny must learn to use the deadly pox inside her to confront her new enemy, a girl who secretly wields the most dangerous power of all.
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"This tale highlights both the inspiring strengths and the abhorrent cruelties of human nature, forcing us to run through the full gamut of emotional responses and refusing to let us return to reality until everything Mr. Bryan wants us to experience has been felt, seen, and fully absorbed." -Jenny, Supernatural Snark
Selected by Geeks of Doom for Top 10 Horror/Urban Fantasy Books of 2010.
Winner of a Red Adept Award: #1 in Horror for 2010.
Not recommended for readers under eighteen.
special breakfast meeting at her house. Attending were Cassie, her campaign manager; Neesha, who was running for the class historian office (on the “Ashleigh ticket,” as Ashleigh thought of it) and also Ashleigh’s boyfriend Seth, who could be useful in his way. Plus, she might be able to fit in some make-out time before school. They sat at the long table in the high-ceilinged dining room, looking out through the giant picture window towards the duck pond in the back yard. Over coffee, juice and
Ashleigh’s foot as it went over. She wrapped both hands around the captured ankle. Ashleigh was heavier than her, so Jenny had to brace herself against the headboard. Ashleigh dangled upside down above the cobblestone walkway. “Let me go!” Ashleigh screamed. “I have something for you,” Jenny said. “I made it to eat your power out of people. I want to see what it will do to you. I call it…Ashleigh pox.” In Jenny’s mind, the last little flies were going to eat the golden thread out of Ashleigh.
sound, which might have been a yelp if he’d had the strength. “He doesn’t like to be touched,” Jenny said. “Oh, he doesn’t like to be touched, huh?” Seth lay his hands on Rocky’s side. “Let’s see!” Then Seth pressed down hard on Rocky’s broken ribs with both hands. “Stop!” Jenny screamed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Her hands clutched at the air. Only a lifetime of deeply ingrained avoidance kept her from grabbing Seth’s hands, or more likely, punching him in the nose as hard as she
waist, and into the kitchen. Jenny stared at the vast sub-zero refrigerator, the vistas of tiled countertop. All the cabinets looked antique, with elaborately molded door pulls, but the appliances were sleek and black, with digital touch screens. “Is this where you’ll be cooking for me?” Jenny asked. “No, I promised you a nice dinner,” Seth told her. “I’m having something delivered later.” “Oh, just having something delivered, huh?” It sounded like an insane luxury to Jenny, though they had
the country. This alternative campaign, about which Principal Harris knew nothing, was the one featured in their press kits. When the video clips finished, Chuck turned to Ashleigh, still smitten from his doses of Ashleigh-love. “What is wrong with that?” O’Flannery asked. “Your principal calls that ‘disturbing.’ I find him disturbing, to be honest.” “We thought it would be okay because we weren’t preaching our religious beliefs. We knew Principal Harris would never allow that.” “Because he’s