Lilian Quinn

I never wanted to go to Mardi Gras. The wild parties, the chaos—none of it was for me. But my sister Raya lives for it, and spending time with her means everything. So, I went, determined to survive the madness for her sake.
Then I met him. A man so captivating it was impossible to look away. There was something dangerous about him, something eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Not until the night that changed everything.
What started as a night of fun and celebration turned into a nightmare. Creatures that shouldn’t exist attacked us. The supernatural world isn’t real… at least, I thought it wasn’t. But now Raya is missing, and no one will believe me.
I know what I saw. I know she’s out there somewhere. But can I find her before it’s too late? And more terrifyingly—am I next?


Bloodborne Secrets

My eyes open and it’s late in the evening. There’s no glass in the window and a cool wind whistles through as the shutter claps against the wall. It blows out the series of candles on the table, and I push myself to stand before darting to pull the shutter closed. After a few moments fumbling in the dark, I figure out how to latch it in place to keep the blustery night outside.


Groping my way back to the table, I search it with my fingers until I find a box of matches. I have no idea how I knew roughly where it would be, but I chalk it up to the guttering candles of my first glimpse of the place.


I mean, where there are candles there have to be matches, right?


A bright burst of fire, a curl of sulphurous smoke, and the strange world into which I’ve been thrust into emerges from the shadows.


Everything is threadbare, and the room is furnished sparingly. Thankfully, it’s clean. Not that there’s enough here for it to really be dirty.


Chapter 50: Deep water