Your Lonely Nights Are Over

Informationen zum Autor Adam Sass began writing books in Sharpie on the backs of Starbucks pastry bags. (He's sorry it distracted him from making your latte.) His debut YA novel, Surrender Your Sons , was named a best book of 2020 by Kirkus Reviews and Foreword INDIES, a best first novel for young readers by ALA Booklist, and one of the best YA murder mysteries of all time by Pop Sugar. He is also the author of the upcoming The 99 Boyfriends of Micah Summers . Adam has been featured in Teen Vogue and the Savage Lovecast . He is also a recurring co-host on the popular podcast Slayerfest98 , where he recaps Marvel shows, Buffy the Vampire Slayer , and other pieces of pop culture. Find him on Twitter at @TheAdamSass and on Instagram at @itsadamsass. Klappentext Dearie and Cole have always been two against the world, ready to call out their fellow students. But they've never faced a bigger threat than surviving senior year, when Mr. Sandman, a famous serial killer, emerges from a long retirement - and his hunting ground is their school Queer Club. Scream meets Clueless in this YA horror from Adam Sass. Leseprobe Chapter One DEARIE I'm probably the only person in school not obsessed with that Sandman show. I can't escape it. Popular kids, nerds, teachers, janitors-since the show dropped, everyone's become an amateur detective. Yesterday, AP Bio didn't start for fifteen minutes because Mr. Kirby was theorizing about the killer's incomplete shoe print. He and my best friend, Cole Cardoso, went on and on about how modern technology could recreate the print better than seventies computers (if only the evidence still existed). It's a shame San Diego PD didn't keep better records before the FBI got involved. Mr. Kirby sighed. Cole was trying to convince Kirby that Mr. Sandman knew someone in the force-a father or friend-who messed with the evidence. But Mr. Kirby just shook his head. Never ascribe to malice what can be explained by incompetence. Cole rolled his eyes. Corrupt and incompetent, then. Mr. Kirby clumsily tied his obsession back into the bio lesson for the day, but nobody was mad at the distraction. For the first time in his teaching career, he had his students riveted. Anyway, because Mr. Sandman was never found, this show has my classmates thinking he's behind every corner. But the slayings happened in San Diego, California, and this is Stone Grove, Arizona: a rusty, dusty canyon town of twenty thousand. A lonely place to live, sure, but unlikely to see the return of a famous boomer slasher. I don't blame people for gossiping. They like thinking something exciting could happen here. But Stone Grove isn't that special. Which is why I'm not bothered about these death threats that have been popping up. They're a prank, as simple as that. Today, Queer Club is meeting about the texting drama during free period, and I'm here to make sure they stop believing the whispers that Cole and I are behind these anonymous texts. This happens a lot-people blaming us. Looking cute and inspiring jealousy are kind of our thing. But death threats? That warrants a public denial. Maybe we should get publicists! High school reputation publicists should be a thing, but until that day comes, I have to make my own statements. So here I am in room 208, the Queer Club's regularly reserved space-where the band and choir rehearsed before they built the new auditorium. It's a theater--in--the--round classroom with desks scattered across three levels of crescent--shaped stadium platforms. Since the auditorium opened, it's become a flex space, either for clubs or a quiet study area-which is why I'm a stranger here. I study in my own time. Just kidding, I h...

Klappentext

Scream meets Clueless in this YA horror from Adam Sass in which two gay teen BFFs find their friendship tested when a serial killer starts targeting their school’s Queer Club. Perfect for fans of Blumhouse horror movies, Ellie Marney's None Shall Sleep, and Stephanie Perkins's There's Someone Inside Your House.

Dearie and Cole are two popular (but sort of hated) queen bee boys of Stone Grove High School. But when the famed Mr. Sandman (a serial killer from the seventies) returns to their town—killing a fellow member of Queer Club and brutally hurting another—their whole lives change.

And when suspicion falls on Cole, Dearie and Cole will have to do whatever it takes to uncover the real killer, before they and the rest of Queer Club are hunted down. But they’re not getting away from the killer without a fight.

Along the way, their investigation leads them to face the deeper forces trying to tear their friendship apart, and the dark truth of Dearie’s relationship with his ex. When the world is stacked against them, and everyone is a possible suspect, can Dearie and Cole take down Mr. Sandman before it’s too late?

Leseprobe
Chapter One

DEARIE

I’m probably the only person in school not obsessed with that Sandman show. I can’t escape it. Popular kids, nerds, teachers, janitors—-since the show dropped, everyone’s become an amateur detective. Yesterday, AP Bio didn’t start for fifteen minutes because Mr. Kirby was theorizing about the killer’s incomplete shoe print. He and my best friend, Cole Cardoso, went on and on about how modern technology could recreate the print better than seventies computers (if only the evidence still existed).

“It’s a shame San Diego PD didn’t keep better records before the FBI got involved.” Mr. Kirby sighed.

Cole was trying to convince Kirby that Mr. Sandman knew someone in the force—-a father or friend—-who messed with the evidence. But Mr. Kirby just shook his head. “Never ascribe to malice what can be explained by incompetence.”

Cole rolled his eyes. “Corrupt and incompetent, then.”

Mr. Kirby clumsily tied his obsession back into the bio lesson for the day, but nobody was mad at the distraction. For the first time in his teaching career, he had his students riveted.

Anyway, because Mr. Sandman was never found, this show has my classmates thinking he’s behind every corner. But the slayings happened in San Diego, California, and this is Stone Grove, Arizona: a rusty, dusty canyon town of twenty thousand. A lonely place to live, sure, but unlikely to see the return of a famous boomer slasher. I don’t blame people for gossiping. They like thinking something exciting could happen here.

But Stone Grove isn’t that special.

Which is why I’m not bothered about these death threats that have been popping up. They’re a prank, as simple as that. Today, Queer Club is meeting about the texting drama during free period, and I’m here to make sure they stop believing the whispers that Cole and I are behind these anonymous texts. This happens a lot—-people blaming us. Looking cute and inspiring jealousy are kind of our thing. But death threats? That warrants a public denial.

Maybe we should get publicists! High school reputation publicists should be a thing, but until that day comes, I have to make my own statements. So here I am in room 208, the Queer Club’s regularly reserved space—-where the band and choir rehearsed before they built the new auditorium. It’s a theater--in--the--round classroom with desks scattered across three levels of crescent--shaped stadium platforms. Since the auditorium opened, it’s become a flex space, either for clubs or a quiet study area—-which is why I’m a stranger here. I study in my own time.

Just kidding, I have extremely bad senioritis.

***Actually, that’s also a lie. I got early acceptance to my top--choice theater school in LA, so I don’t have senioritis; it’s more like…