Harry was a sitting duck, his red hair burning like a torched summons.
The Plague Doctor stretched out his cane, its wolf's head forming a razor-sharp crook
Harry Wright is on the run from his principal, his girlfriend, his friends and family, and most of all, from himself-the abduction and murder of his older brother has dug a gaping pit in the lives of all those dear to Harry, who's tired of filling the gap. Can he outrun the mystery creature that haunts them all?
Bethany Beeler crafts another mesmerizing tale of hope in unlikely places and courage in the most wounded hearts. Oh, and there are angels and everything you can't know but might imagine from a deep dive into the love that binds us amid the plagues that would kill us.
What Readers Say ... Harry Wright in the School of Night opens with a red-haired kid beaming a celestial target and a Plague Doctor with a blade poised to throw. Subtle? No. Completely riveting? Absolutely. Harry's grief shadow lives, folding mystery creatures, angels, and unnamed in-between beings into a story about running from everyone except the one person he can't escape, his luminosity threading hope through a storm-cloud needle, spun on a dare.