Authors: Janice Hadden
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This novel is a
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1. Glass Of
3. Lost For
Hot, Ice Cold Eyes
7. Falling To
9. Hiding in
12. New Light
14. Death Of
15. Truth Or
The Beautiful Stranger
17. The Fall
20. Slice Of
21. Here In
Your Perfect Eyes
22. Kiss Of
BIG Thank You to my daughters: For all your support and love—for
when I asked, whether to—a. write a book or b. something
else…you undoubtedly but unknowingly signed up for a long year
of my crazy writing process. For nagging, so that I had no choice but
to finally finish
To my son who
than all the words combined and who has
given me more hugs than I can ever count.
To my husband,
Troy who lets me do what I want and whose belief and support allowed
me to spread my wings even on uncharted territories. Thank you for a
year of patience.
An ocean of
gratitude to the mentioned above
cheerleaders. You have given me support when it mattered the
most—during my toiling process. No one had been more excited
about my work than you
it means a lot.
To Tristan and
Katheryna and all my favorite characters in the book who felt so
alive in my mind and had fallen dearly in love with.
I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it
was in my mouth sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my
belly was bitter.”
flaming streaks of fiery red bled and swallowed the light of the sky.
A thin veil of misty fog slowly hovered, eclipsing the pale lit moon
as the sea rippled to a dull shimmer, illuminating the deep, dark,
blue waters on the horizon.
swept the somber
gray in front of him; everything hung in anticipation as the last
hour bid its final goodbye, his thoughts—weighing on everything
he must do.
waiting—his hands steady but anxious. He wore a long and thick
charcoal coat, with a black, perfectly pressed collared shirt
unreadable as he gazed out to the thin line of the horizon—admiring
what he could. The reflection of light and dark on water was calming,
the echoes of the sea—soothing. Endless.
held on to the cold railing with both hands—his grip strong.
his eyes, he breathed the air, as if somehow imagining what it would
be like to be consumed by it. He imagined the smell of the ocean
breeze—the feeling against his skin—the beauty still a
longing rang through his ears—loud and unforgiving. He had been
preparing for this, but somehow he wasn’t at peace with
came!” his voice ecstatic but edgy. Out in the vast blanket of
the stars, his face lit brighter than the night sky.
darkness of the sea was no match to her long dark hair, flowing as
the breeze gently stroked its soft strands. It draped over her
shoulders down to her waist.
were bare, soft and smooth.
face glimmered as
the cast of light illuminated her skin. She wore a long and richly
lavish black gown, fitted perfectly on her chest and traced all the
way down—cinched at her waist; It cascaded, bloomed and skirted
down to the sole. The back flowed as she glided toward him; the long
skirted lacy train, sweeping smoothly behind her.
help but be mesmerized by her presence; she was alluring—in his
one could ever be—
eyes mirrored the
fullness of the moon.
were thick and soft—
from her iris.
eyebrows—like softly curved wings, matched her flowing hair—the
truest black he‘d ever seen.
ruby red. Her cheeks tinted with a hint of rose, blushed as it always
did when she was around him.
see you wore my favorite color,” he whispered. He brushed her
cheek with his finger softly, and pressed his against hers. Then his
lips traced down—and found hers—eager and thirsty.
touch of his lips was warm, his breath intoxicating, cool and
looked deeply into his eyes, elated from the reunion she’d been
longing for. He wrapped his arms around her. It was familiar like
always—like she’d been held by him a thousand times
voices echoed through my head, a hundred—a thousand times
before. It rang through my ears like wildfire, relentless and
chaotic. As I drowned from the crowd of whispers, under the sea of
voices, I heard a piercing sound of colliding, scraping
the kind of horror that I have heard many times before.
was dark. At the end of the tunnel I saw a bright light. I walked
toward the beam of sunlight. My eyes automatically focused on a sharp
object. It gleamed spectacularly before it came down on me with an
unbelievable force. I heard a loud scream mimicking the sound in my
mind—fear building, storming in my chest. I gasped a few
suffocating breaths as I try to unravel the mysteries before me;
strong grip dragged me away from the voices. It held me tight and
fast. I found myself running; I was running for my life—running
to the unknown while passing dark shadows in my path—rushing to
escape the wrath that surrounded me. Billows of smoke and the smell
of doom left me no clues to the horror that was laid in my path; I
needed to leave—to escape. But it was no use—there was no
stopped in my tracks at the sight of an enclosed door. I felt the
shiver and coldness of death coming for me; a certainty that I never
once doubted. In an invisible moment, a strange presence braced me,
protecting me from something so horrific that my body went numb and
my mind went blank. Streaks of light flooded my vision. My body was
pulled into a tunnel of fog—whipping through me like a violent
there was an eternity of silence before an eerie quiet rang so loud
it made me almost deaf. My father disappeared from where I was
sitting on the swings. I looked for him in earnestness. I couldn’t
speak nor yell. Even if I could, I was too weak.
father was gone. I was alone. I was abandoned.
large, black, ferocious animal—the size of several men, came
out of nowhere; thick black fur covered its body, and dark, sharp,
dagger-like claws left it’s paw prints on the dusty ground. As
I looked into its eyes, cold and hate radiated from it with searing
shuddered—unable to control the deep shiver that permeated deep
within me. I stared from a distance as it circled around very slowly
like a vulture about to attack its prey.
animal growled baring the jagged edges of its teeth. It drooled with
hunger for my life. It continued on its path with a purpose of
I waited—all my
had vanished. I was frozen. In an invisible speed, the animal was
inches from my face. I could feel it’s breathing. It’s
hunger. It’s rage. It’s eyes were dark. Crystal. Glass.
It’s heart cold. I saw the reflection of someone unrecognizable
staring back at me—there was no fear in her.
shut my eyes for what seemed like eternity and when I opened them—the
animal was gone. I heard my father’s voice calling out to me,
but I was too weak to answer. My fingers clawed on the thick steel
chains of the swings.
eyes flapped open. My throat dry. My eyes wide. My heart too fast. I
was shaking. I was breathless. I stared blankly at the smoky gray
pane of my window as the vivid pictures continued to vanish along
with the fragments of my broken memories. For a beat of a moment, my
thoughts were entangled between reality and nightmare, unable to
distinguish between the gasping feeling and the familiar, bright
burst of colors that suddenly flooded my eyes.