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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

The cold damp wind blew through my hair. My soaked blouse clung to my skin. Tristan's warmth lessened the chill, but the side of my body that wasn't beside his was being hit with polar strength. It felt almost numb. So when Tristan unexpectedly dropped me, the plunge didn't feel as painful.


Even if I had my eyes squeezed tight, even if I couldn't see the unexpected cause of my sudden drop, I knew that something really bad had happened. If a normal person had been carrying me while running, I would've thought he'd stumbled over a rock or a twisted root. But this wasn't a normal person. It was Tristan. Running at the speed of the wind without tripping or crashing came natural to him. It was part of his nature. Dropping me or throwing me wasn't, though.


Chapter 45: Fiery Ordeal, Part 2