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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

"We found her Gavran," I said, coming through the towering trees of the black forest to join the rest of the pack. Nick was behind me. "She's not going to be a problem tomorrow night. She won't be active. It'll be easy to deal with her." After a few hours of listening to the Benandanti's voice outside of her house, we'd found out her plans for tomorrow.


"Why, in the name of Balthazar, didn't you inform me sooner?" Gavran told me calmly. Normally, in situations where our ways didn't satisfy him, he would've raised his voice more than an octave, or pinned us with his black glare. But he hadn't done any of that, even if the look on his face told me he'd been waiting desperately for some smoke signal from our part. The reason? We'd brought good news, really good news, and that lessened his displeasure greatly.


"I thought it was better to not disturb you and let you focus on the Keeper," I explained. "I know how difficult it is to do both."


Chapter 24: The Beginning