after years of waiting, it finally happens- maggie stiefvater releases the first book of the ronan lynch trilogy. you’re at the bookstore at the release, practically shaking with excitement, passing the hours by swapping theories and headcanons with friends.
at midnight, you dash to the cash register, slamming your money on the counter and taking the novel, thanking the cashier as you squeeze your way through the crowd.
sitting in the passenger seat of your friend’s car, you open the book, barely suppressing tears of joy. taking a deep breath, you crack open the spine.
you read the first words- “Squash one, squash two,” and on and on and on. horrified, you turn the page. this can’t be right, this can’t be all! but the book is empty. the ronan lynch trilogy is the murder squash song, and that is all.