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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

A cold, gentle breeze ruffled the sheet beside my leg. It would've made me shiver, but my feet were twisted around Tristan's, wringing the soothing warmth out of his skin. Would the dream never end? Was he truly here next to me, holding me tightly against him?


Tristan's chest moved slowly beneath my face, rising and falling as softly as a baby. I opened my eyes and turned my head to watch him. He looked like an angel resting peacefully in a cloud. He'd listened to me after all and fallen asleep. I smiled.


I touched his face, tracing his strong jawline with my fingertip. I could've studied his features for hours and never gotten bored. He was breathtaking, perfect. But more than his striking beauty, it was the reflection of his soul, of the aura that surrounded him that made him so unique.


Chapter 38: Windfall