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The fate of the world is not something a girl wants on her shoulders, and that is especially true for Lorelei McAlister. Unfortunately for her, that is exactly where the world’s fate has decided to take up residence. Lorelei has seen firsthand the horrors that lie beneath our everyday world. And those horrors are getting her friends killed. Because of this, she agrees to leave the sanctity of her hometown and is sent to a different world entirely. A boarding school. But even here she is being watched. Someone knows what she is. What she carries inside her soul. And on top of that she’s seeing visions. This is nothing new for Lorelei. But these visions are something more: death, destruction, and the end of the world. Lorelei must face the fact that there are people who want her dead, and no matter where she goes, no matter how far she runs, the lives of her friends and family are in mortal peril. Lucky for her, her friends and family include the handsome Angel of Death, a fiercely protective half-angel, and a ragtag group of loyal supporters who aren’t afraid to get a little dirty in the name of fighting pure evil.
Excerpt
After releasing a loud sigh to emphasize my annoyance,
I
settled onto the countertop and touched my fingertips to
the
picture. I concentrated on clearing my mind, relaxing
my
muscles, focusing on the lines, the blurriness of the
man’s
face, the wind cutting through the air. Then I heard it.
The wind. I felt it against my skin, and the ripple that
had
quaked
through my fingertips before did so again.
A tightness wrapped around me as the wind roared around
me,
and my first thought was of my parents— the scene so
real,
I fought to breathe under the weight of it. I was back. I
was
at the ruins where my parents disappeared. It had been
ten
years, but I was there. I looked around frantically, wanting
to
see them, praying I’d see them, but they were already
gone.
I’d entered the scene too late. I looked on as a beast
stood
before me. He was as tall as the trees around us. His
shoulders
as wide as the horizon.
Fear gripped me so fast and so hard, I was catapulted out
of
the picture.
“Lorelei,” Brooklyn said, her voice muffled as though she
were
underwater. “Lorelei, it’s me.”
I pushed at her, held out my arms to keep her back, kicked
out.
Then I realized where I was. I’d scrambled for a corner
of
the girls’ restroom and found myself wedged between a
wall
and a trash can.
“Lor, are you okay?” Brooke’s eyes were like saucers, wide
and
uncertain. “Lor,” she said right before collapsing into
my
arms. “I thought you had a seizure or something.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“You fell and flew back against the concrete.”
That would explain the splitting headache I suddenly had.
“And your eyes rolled back. I thought— Oh, my God—”
“I’m okay,” I said, soothing her, hugging her back. I
realized
then
that Kenya had come in. She stood in the doorway,
her
expression wary.
“I
did it,” I said breathlessly.
NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has
won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a
Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and
she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred
reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born
storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in
distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast
alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that
tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley
Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of
Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and
two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.
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