A little concerned my YA is getting a bit too creepy. Here's two lines from the current chapter.
Grin thanked him by crawling into his skin, and using the boy's shell as his own.
"If you get the opportunity to do come back and tell us all about Hell. Or send a postcard. If there's no stationery available, you can always flay some skin and blood suffices for ink."
Besides, it's a first draft, I'm sure we can notch up the creepiness factor to a ten... Sorry, turned the dial the wrong way.
Oh, and I don't know if LJ is lying to me but just in case, Happy Birthday, Katey.