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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 stepped outside the car. The night was cold, as if black ice had melted in the skies. The frosty breeze wrapped my body instantly, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. The wintry air seemed to go down my throat and up to my head like a fresh current, cleansing the murky brain waves in my mind. It was as if the ghastly wounds of the old lady's death had been suddenly swabbed with analgesic ice, relieving the anguish for a moment.


Tristan pulled the white front door open and the wind bell chimed our arrival. "Can I stay outside?" I asked.


He turned and looked at me. "I don't think that's a good idea."


"I need some fresh air," I told him with pleading eyes, holding his hand. "Just for a while."


I stepped closer. "Please, Tristan. I really need it." The cold was like a balm to me, and it wasn't like a bugbear was coming after me or something. I was perfectly safe here. "I'm not going anywhere."


Chapter 41: Can of Worms, Part 2