The normal part of
Lorelei MacAlister’s life didn’t just slip away quietly the day Jared Kovach
came to town. Nope. The normal part of her life shattered. It exploded. It
burst into a gazillion shards of fleeting light.
It went
out with a bang.
Goodbye
normal.
Hello
dark and eerie.
While
her best friend, Brooklyn, is focusing all of her energy on helping Lorelei
hone her abilities, Lorelei is dealing with the reality that Satan’s second in
command has taken up residence inside her body. Oh, and the fact that she has a
crush on the Angel of Death. But what a beautiful death it is. If those weren’t
bad enough, something sinister has come to town and it wants nothing more than
to hear Lorelei’s dying breath as it strangles it out of her. Thank goodness
the gang has a supernatural champion. But what happens when the only being who
can save them switches sides midstream? How can a group of misfits capture one
of the most powerful beings ever created? And will they find out how to bring
Jared back to them before it’s too late?
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Fuzzy Edges
“Is this class ever going to end?”
My best friend,
Brooklyn, draped her upper body across her desk in a dramatic reenactment of
Desdemona’s death in Othello.
She buried her face in a tangle of arms and long
black hair for effect. It was quite moving. And while I appreciated her freedom
to express her misgivings about the most boring class since multicelled
organisms first crawled onto dry land, I wondered about her timing.
“Miss Prather,” our
Government teacher, Mr. Gonzales, said, his voice like a sharp crack in the
silence of study time.
Brooklyn jerked upright
in surprise. She glanced around as our classmates snickered, either politely
into their hands or more rudely outright.
“Is there something you’d
like to share with the class?”
She turned toward Mr.
Gonzales and asked, “Did I say that out loud?”
The class erupted in
laughter as Mr. G’s mouth formed a long narrow line across his face.
Miraculously, the bell rang and Brooklyn couldn’t scramble out of her seat fast
enough. She practically sprinted from the room. I followed at a slower pace,
smiling meekly as I walked past Mr. G’s desk.
Brooklyn stood waiting
for me in the hall, her face still frozen in surprise.
“That was funny,” I said,
tugging her alongside me. She fell in line as we wound through the crush of
students, fighting our way to PE. I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t particularly
enjoy having my many faults and numerous shortcomings put on display for all to
see, so why I would fight to get there was beyond me.
“No, really.” She tucked
an arm through mine. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
I couldn’t help but smile
despite the weight on my chest, a weight that seemed endless. “Which is why
that was funny.”
I did that a lot lately.
Smiled. It was easier than explaining why I wasn’t.
“You don’t get it,” she
said. “This is exactly what I’ve been talking about. Everything is weird ever
since … you know.”
I did know. Ever since
Jared Kovach came to town. Ever since he’d saved my life after a huge green
delivery truck slammed into me. Ever since we’d found out he was the Angel of
Death and had been sent not to save my life but to take it. To tweak the
timing. To take me sooner than nature—or a huge green delivery truck—had
intended.
And ever since I found
out I’d been possessed by a demon when I was six years old.
Still, that wasn’t the worst
part of that day all those years ago. The worst part was the fact that my
parents were gone. Vanished in a whirlwind when some guy—we still had no idea
who—opened the gates of hell. And I’d led them straight to it. The fact that a
demon—Malak-Tuke, to be exact, Lucifer’s second-in-command—escaped from his
fiery pit and decided to crash at my place was just the icing on the cake. But
I didn’t know any of this until two months ago.
I’d been living with my
grandparents since the disappearance, but my semi-normal existence changed
forever when I was knocked into the street by a skateboarder and hit by that
truck.
That near-death
experience taught me a valuable lesson: Never get hit by a huge green delivery
truck if I can help it. But if I hadn’t, if my life hadn’t almost ended that
day, then Jared Kovach would not have been sent. And oddly enough, Jared Kovach
was definitely worth the risk.
The events that followed
were both terrifying and life changing. I learned that there really was a
heaven and a hell. That there really were angels and demons. That I was a
prophet, the last prophet in a long line of incredible women, descended from a
powerful woman named Arabeth. And I’d learned that I had a demon inside me,
that I’d had him inside me for years.
Even Jared had never seen
anything like it. Most people possessed by evil spirits were lucky to survive.
People possessed by demons—a rarity, from what I’d been told—never survived
more than a month. Ever. And yet here I stood. As possessed as a girl with a
demon inside her could be.
And, yes, things had been
weird.
About the Author:
NY Times 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.
Links To Author:
Links To Purchase Books:
.jpg)
