More
will be happening on April 25th
than
most realize...
"By
the light of the Lunar Eclipse—let them see!"
There
is something seriously wrong in Kirra Munro's head. Besides suffering
from amnesia, night after night she is plagued by dark dreams of
other worldly rituals and a past she has no right in remembering—or
does she?
Psychology
professor Cayden McKinnon has the ability to unlock the blockages in
her mind, but after one visit things begin unraveling far too fast.
Time
is running out...or has the battle for one woman's soul just begun?
Available
in print and digital April 25th, 2013!
Beyond
her heavy eyelids, Kirra knew she was no longer alone. In the darkest
shadows a presence had joined her.
The
being didn’t breathe. Her sensitive hearing would have detected the
slight whoosh of air filtering through the spongy mass of a living
lung.
It
also wasn’t human—her tongue would have tingled from
the imminent promise of a blood offering.
Whatever
the thing was, she had never encountered its kind before.
A
slight shift in the air to the left alerted her to the creature’s
exact position. Part of her wanted to be afraid but her stronger
essence knew there was nothing to fear.
A
prickling began in the tips of her toes as she pushed the comforting
thought into every corner of her brain. Curious about the cause, she
stilled her mind and focused on the heat spreading from her feet
throughout the rest of her body. Not an entirely unpleasant
sensation, it was much like bathing in a gentle wash of warm water.
Once
the sensation penetrated her brain she knew all her past actions were
being picked apart and judged by the invading heat. Somehow she
understood that the being held her life in its hands. Despair
saturated the infrastructure of her spirit but ceased almost
immediately, leaving a sense of weightlessness at her soul’s core.
“Only
the pure of heart can receive my protection—all others perish
during the purging.”
The
edict slipped into her thoughts like soft feathers turned to a thick
warm liquid. Through the haze washing over her reflective process,
Kirra sensed her body being lifted off the slab of stone and was
unable to resist the movement.
To
be cradled against an essence exuding such strength and vitality made
her want to cry. All she’d been lacking in her heart flooded her
system, choking the breath from her lungs.
“Weep
not...”
The
voice drifted off into unintelligible murmurings as the shadows
behind her eyes turned pure black and Kirra’s thoughts were no
more.
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