When not writing or doing book covers, Tatiana Vila can be found binge-watching series, painting cool abstract stuff, eating way too many candies, and fantasizing about interior design makeovers. Her motto: let the mind run wild.
Check out some of her cool book cover designs at her website:
www.viladesign.net

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

He sighed. "Okay. Water crystals," he said to himself as if he was trying to find an easier way to make it clear. "At the end of the talk, Mr. Harder said something about a device that could measure the resonance of a substance. The Magnetic Resonance Analyzer. Do you remember that?"


"Well, we could say that I'm more or less the human version of that device. I can feel someone's thought by the resonance of its words in their body, their energy. Each word has a specific sound wave that with time I've learned to distinguish. But my resonate-lexis is not vast, so I receive just bits of the thought. It's like figuring out a word puzzle to formulate the general idea." He paused. "You're one of the people who I can't sense."


Holy crap, I thought. If he hadn't said I was one of the exceptions to this-which I had no clue why, but liked it very much-I would've been blazing red all over.


"How can you feel the resonance of words in a body?" I frowned.


Chapter 31: True Nature, Part 2