"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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Living in the mountains of
Western North Carolina, Alex and SJ Byrne are just trying to make their way
through the insanity that comes with creativity. Writing is SJ's passion—life
is her muse—Alex is the force that brought this long anticipated novel to light
after 17 years in a box.
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