BLURB:
To save the Faery world and her mother’s life, seventeen year old
Lorelei sacrificed everything, and the dangerous bargains she made in Nevermore
had lasting repercussions. Now safely back in her own world, Lorelei seems the
same to her high school friends and her supernatural boyfriend, despite the
dark magic growing within her. Love across dimensions is complicated,
especially when an invisible veil between the two worlds is sealing, threatening
to separate Lorelei and Adrius forever.
Determined
to find a solution, Lorelei resorts to exploring her new found powers. But when
her friends fall ill, and her healing touch only makes things worse, Lorelei
can’t help but wonder if she's responsible.
Nightmares
from the Nevermore tighten their icy hold when someone arrives determined to
destroy Lorelei’s world, starting with those closest to her. Once again she’s
forced to choose between her family… her friends… and a love that was ill-fated
from the start.
EXCERPT:
“One kiss and now you believe you love this
creature? Preposterous. I will not have it. She has you hexed. Bewitched from
your right mind. That is the only reasonable explanation to account for such
impudence. Such lusting can only be derived from dark magic. It seeps from her
pores, can you not feel it?” Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness surveyed me
with cold disdain before refocusing her wrath on her son.
“I would never do that,” I blurted. “I’d never use
magic to force someone into loving me.” Venus and I were very different that
way.
Mab snarled. “Do not address me unless I have given
you permission to do so,” she said. “I am the queen of this court. And you are
nothing more than a whelp on the verge of losing her life.” Her cutting glare
flicked back to her son. “I cannot allow this. You traipsing across lands
following this…” she waved her hand in my direction. “It is madness. I prayed
that after you'd taken a taste you would have been satisfied, satiated of such
empty hollow carnal delights and moved on to saner tasks. Like serving your
mother.”
“You removed me from your court, Mother. I no
longer serve you,” Zanthiel replied evenly.
Mab’s voice lowered, and grew sickly sweet. “My
darling, it was but to show you your love for me. Your loyalty lies within you
still. It merely needed a subtle reminder.”
“By way of banning me from my home, and resigning
me to live among thieves, shadows and the dead. It is an odd way of
demonstrating motherly love.”
“There are many expectations of you. You cannot
fulfill your duty with your mind blinded by your heart. This unhealthy
obsession has you transfixed, Zanthiel. Can you not see? She has you
immobilized.” Her voice grew louder and the rafters latterly shook. “And to
what end?”
She looked at me, but I wasn’t certain she wanted
me to answer, so I remained silent. I studied the chains enclosing Zanthiel’s
hands and ankles. Could I break them open, dissolve them? What if something
went wrong, and I hurt him instead? No, it wasn’t the right time. I glanced
over at her statuesque guards, their skin blue from decades of cold. Two of
them were studying me with a vile mix of curiosity and hunger. One caught my
eye and he ran a bloated tongue across his chaffed lips. My stomach turned
over.
“I am hers for as long as she requires my
assistance. It has always been that way. Fated by prophecy. You know this to be
true, Mother.”
He was having trouble speaking and yet his
expression held that same icy glare. By looking at him you’d never know what
pain he was in. But I knew him on a deeper level. I was beginning to see
through his façade, like a smokescreen of glamour, I saw behind the mask. The
fear and loathing and the inexplicable suffering as the iron ate into his flesh
like acid.
The queen’s eyes narrowed and grew impossibly
colder. “Why have you come? Surely you did not expect a grand and hospitable
welcome. What purpose drew you into my court to face imminent death? Do speak now,
whelp,” she said with sudden impatience. “And know that if you are caught lying
I will cut out your tongue and feed it to the trolls.”
I shuddered, having no doubt she actually would.
“We have a… request.”
I glanced at Zanthiel, blood seeping from the iron
chains binding his wrists and ankles. I couldn’t let him continue to suffer.
The poison would eventually seep into his bloodstream and kill him. Then she'd
direct her wrath at me.
I took a tentative step forward, not fully
convinced I wouldn’t be cut down where I stood, for being so bold.
But she leaned back against her throne and tapped a
broken fingernail impatiently. “You have my full attention. Come out with it.
What is this request of which you speak?”
AUTHOR Bio and
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A
dreamer at heart, Michele Barrow-Belisle has always lived with one foot in this
reality and one foot in another, one of her own imagining. So it follows that
she would grow up to write about the characters from those enchanting worlds
she knows and loves so well. A fan of all things romantic, her young adult
novels are populated with scintillating witches, vampires and fey. Her bestselling debut book series Fire and
Ice (Faerie Song Trilogy) was optioned for a major motion picture this year.
Michele resides in southern Canada with her hubby and son who indulge her
never-ending obsession with reading, writing and most importantly…
chocolate.
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