Author: M. Lathan
Release Date: 5/15/2016
After years of battling leukemia, seventeen-year-old Sydney Long has made peace with her impending death. She expected pain, she expected tearful goodbyes, but she never expected to be turned into an immortal monster who can, with the slightest touch, control life and death.
Now, flowers are stirring when she walks by, she’s oddly drawn to death and the dying, and she must wear gloves to keep her living parents safe.
While her family toils with this supernatural nightmare and finding a way out of it, Sydney falls for magic and an equally as enticing boy who she can’t seem to stay away from.
But nothing comes without a price. When Sydney is targeted for her illegal magic, she’ll learn a whole new meaning of fighting for her life.
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M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests – creating new worlds and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking rhetorical questions … like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.
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And now for a special excerpt from the book!
Close your eyes. There will be no more pain.”
No more pain. I liked the sound of that. With closed eyes, I waited patiently for my favorite part of the night.
“Do you believe in fate, my dear?” she asked.
“I guess so. You mean like how everything has a purpose?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. I ran from my purpose for a long time while dancing and working all those odd jobs I told you about. I kept trying to reinvent myself and run from fate. I learned my lesson when …”
I didn’t hear the rest of the story.
Her voice faded away, and I listened to the calming mix of snow and wind beating against my window. After a minute, that sound faded, too. It was like someone was going around and muting the noise in my world, like turning off the lights in a house before leaving. I was left with beeping machines and the sound of my laboring lungs. Seconds passed, and those sounds vanished, too.
The monitor next to my bed delivered the screech I’d dreaded for years. My flatline.
When it ended, all sounds and all light left me, and I was floating in dark space. There was nothing there. No sadness. No pain. Just overwhelming coldness that blasted towards me like a cannon, until it swallowed me whole.