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An ancient book, a seventeen-year-old girl and an exotic boy from a supernatural world hold the key to freedom for a long-oppressed race, but that freedom could come at the cost of the human world.

Seventeen-year-old Kalista is suffering from a broken heart, so when her playwright father proposes they move their lives from New York to New Mexico because he is in need of inspiration Kalista is 100% on-board with him. New Mexico proves to be the perfect balm for her wounds and she is just starting to feel some of her old spunk when Tristan Winfield comes into her life and pulls all of her barriers down. Kalista is captivated by Tristan's unusual silver eyes and feels an inexplicable connection to him, which begins to manifest itself in her dreams with bizarre images of a waterfall and an orb.

While searching for an explanation for her troubling dreams, Kalista discovers an ancient book which holds the secrets of a supernatural race of creatures. But when Killings hit town, she realizes her finding has come at a high price. She's in the middle of a power struggle now, a struggle that seems to be linked to the secret wrapped within the pages of that book. A secret she and Tristan are part of...



The Ylem Trilogy

Tristan is no good. He's no good. I forced myself to not look back for him in the parking lot. I was standing close to the school's entrance in our usual spot, waiting anxiously for Valerie and Owen, or Dean, even-anyone who would distract me.


I decided to focus on the last scenes we'd read in English class and took a journey through the Forest of Arden. Okay, I started, there were different levels of joke and meta-joke going on in these scenes. Orlando "wooed" the disguised Rosalind and...


"Good morning," said a voice behind me.


No, please no. Why was it that whenever you wanted to stay away from something, that something found you?


"Morning," I replied, not looking back.


Tristan half circled me and stopped, facing me. "Is it a good morning?" He cocked his head, flashing me his mind-blowing eyes.


Chapter 22: Water Crystals, Part 1