From SILVER: There was something about the way he moved. Something that reminded Caitlyn of the girl she'd just seen wandering in the storm, the girl who froze when the lightning flashed. "Are you alright?" Erika said again, holding out her hand to him. The boy turned his head toward them, and Erika gasped. The face beneath the hood was a webwork of silver threads crawling across the boy's skin. His mouth was open, and his lips and tongue and teeth were veined in the same color. His irises were a bright electric blue, and the whites of his eyes were mottled with tiny, irregular silver plates. Caitlyn sensed the lunge an instant before it came. Excerpted from Silver by Chris Wooding All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.