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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 leaned my head against the head rest and waited until my heart's rhythm returned to normal. Even though part of me was still on cloud nine after that soul-stirring kiss with Tristan, I couldn't ignore the pang of worry within my chest when the car accelerated. My mind filled with visions of cracked bones and twisted metal-something that happened every time a car roared forward.


I placed my hand over Tristan's and looked at him. Since we were in the outside world now, part of me expected him to pull away his hand from mine. But he didn't. He looked at me with deep eyes and laced his fingers with mine, holding them gently against the warm velvet of his skin. We stayed like this the whole way back, feeling each other's heart beneath our hands and breathing the same silence. Only when my house came into view did he remove his hand from mine.


He opened my door. I couldn't look at him while I slipped outside the car. It hurt. I felt as if there was a sting in the back of my throat.


Chapter 36: Sweet Sacrifice, Part 1