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.
I thought about the fact that I would soon be on a plane headed home. The feeling gave me that extra push I needed to plod onward. I could do this.
I patted my jacket pocket, where I’d stashed my money. It
would be enough for a ticket. It had to be. I didn’t have time
to take a bus. I needed to get back fast. The world was about
I began to tiptoe as I got closer to the guard house. The
gate beyond it was closed, but I was not above climbing over
the fence and hurling my body into the darkness on the
other side. With infinite care, I inched up to the lit guardhouse
and peeked in. No one was in it. All that worry for
The night guard was probably making rounds or something.
I had no idea, really, but it sounded logical that part
of his job would be to make rounds. With fate smiling upon
me, I hurried to the shadows of the fence beside the gate. I
could never have climbed up the gate itself. It was a massive
iron thing with long, menacing bars. Much like a jail cell.
There was nothing to grab on to, and the tops of the bars
were sharp and pointy. I would impale myself if I even attempted
it. They would find my lifeless body the next morning,
dangling from a spike.
Why I had to think such things at a time like this was
beyond me. Crystal told me she’d heard about kids climbing
over the fence using the hinges for leverage. I tried to throw
my bag over first, but I couldn’t quite get the distance I
needed. That fence was at least fifteen feet high. I managed
about three. Possibly four. And it hurt when it came back
down. So I threw it back over my shoulder and proceeded to
climb. Or, I thought about climbing until I heard a snicker
in the dark beside me.
My foot slipped and I almost fell before I turned around
and saw a male figure standing off to the side, his silhouette
actually a little lighter than the shadow he was in. This was
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.
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