When the lines are blurred between the dead and the living, can love find a way for a ghost and a griffin? Galina When I drank the "harmless" punch at the Screaming Woods annual Halloween party, I never expected to wind up dead. Other townspeople grew tails and claws. Not me. Nope. I'm trapped in a realm between life and death. Doomed to wander in search of a cure for the curse. Which is pretty damn complicated when no one can see or...