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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

I covered my chest with the tee and a minute later Tristan glided through the room. He had a white box and scissors. He was staring at me nervously. "Okay," he sighed and sat down next to me, putting the medical stuff on the bed. "Could you please turn around?"


"Yeah," I said, doing as told. "It won't hurt, right?"


"I hope not," he answered, brushing away my hair from my back, the touch of his soft fingers sending goose bumps all over me. "I'll do my best, I promise." He gently pulled off the bandage from my skin. I didn't feel any prickly pulling, just the warmth of his soothing hands on me.


"It's only a few stitches. They don't look that bad," he said softly, pressing lightly some sort of wet wipe over the wounds. "Besides, nothing could look bad on your skin."


Chapter 47: Deadly Nightshade, Part 2