Burn is 207 pages long and was first published on July 13th 2011 by Moore on Amazon Digital Services. It is available for download on Amazon.
Sixteen year-old Skyla Messenger is having difficulties with the living and the dead. With Chloe’s diary in her hands, Skyla embarks into the mind of one of Paragon’s most twisted former residents. After accidentally kick-starting the faction war, Skyla finds herself in more danger than ever before. So, when Marshall Dudley offers her a taste of the gift of knowing, Skyla attempts to use it to alter the outcome of future prophesies. And now that Skyla’s love life seems to involve one boy too many, she must choose who to be with. If she waits too long, the decision just might be made for her. 
- Skyla Messenger: A witty 16 year-old able to read minds through touch.
- Logan Oliver: A tall, blonde boy who immediately catches Skyla's eye.
- Gage Oliver: Logan's cousin, who is interested in Skyla.
- Brielle: Skyla's neighbor and best friend.
- Chloe: A deceased girl, whose bedroom Skyla now has; she was popular, pretty and once dated both Gage and Logan.
- Marshall Dudley: A seductive Sector who wants Skyla to marry him.
- Drake: Skyla's stepbrother. Is described as just plain gross by Skyla. Dating Brielle.
- Ellis Harrison: Party-boy
- Michelle: A member of the "bitch squad". Has an affair with Marshall.
- Lexy: A member of the "bitch squad". Likes Logan.
- Emily: A member of the "bitch squad".
- “Because I’m the one who will always love you, even if I can never have you.”
- “We’re all arrows, spearing through time in one long trajectory,”
- “Do you think we shape the future, or does the future shape us?”
- The future wafts in and out of my world like a ghost—like a lumbering beast, begging to be tamed. For so long it sat locked in mystery, surrounding me, fickle as the wind. I see it now for the noose it is, the game that never satisfies, the warrior that always kills.
- I contemplate the finer skills I’ve picked up since moving to the island—liar, cheat, thief, oh yeah—murderer. At least Paragon is molding me into a well-rounded asshole.
- “You know what’s marvelous about the dark?” He pauses gazing inside with a lost vegetative stare. “The way it allows the light to magnify itself.”
- “Besides, they would never kick you out of L.A. for sleeping around. They erect statues and throw parades for shit like that.”
- Although he’s not officially giving me the cold shoulder, I can definitely feel the arctic breeze.
- “You hear them rocking, don’t come a knocking,”