Calista Faulkner never believed in fairy tales…until she is thrust into one.While attending a college party, she’s attacked by terrifying creatures straight out of a modern day Dr. Frankenstein’s handbook. Fleeing for her life, she discovers that her human memories are a lie and nothing is what it seems.
Calista becomes a target and her only chance of survival is to trust the mysterious Brendan Parnell. He seems to know all of her secrets, even those she doesn’t remember herself.
Together they must fight to protect the most important part of their inheritance, the Relic of Knowledge. Unfortunately, Calista has no memory of her magical life and no idea where she hid the relic. As her memories begin to resurface with bone crushing agony, Calista must face the facts: she is a Volshebnitsya of the High Realm of Skazka and it is her duty to stop the Glava, the masters of Shadowlands.
The world around them begins to falls apart. Plagued by storms that are destroying cities and torn by the sinister monsters of Russian lore. The secrets locked deep inside her mind are her destiny and her undoing. If both worlds are to survive, Calista and Brendan must face the darkness around them—and the darkness threatening from within.
Darkness envelopes me like a cloak of fine silk, rustling against my skin and calming my racing heart.
I’ve been running for what seems like hours and the night is a welcomed protector, keeping me hidden from the monsters. The rain comes as sudden as a shadow of a bird racing through the sky, soaking me instantly.
I shouldn’t have ran.
I shouldn’t have panicked.
Although, if I ever had a time to panic, right now would be the best possible moment. When you go to a party for a friend, and get attacked by monsters straight out of some dark fairytale book, panicking is almost demanded. My heart is racing, as I try to calm myself down long enough to figure out what to do. I stop moving, letting my eyes scan the street around me, but there is nothing but a sheet of rain between me and the buildings.
I hear footsteps behind me, the same instant a body comes crashing around me. Strong arms pin me close to a solid chest, slamming me against the wall. I yelp and a hand claps over my mouth. Struggling against the human cage, a fierce whisper pierces my ear.
“Hold still, Calista.”
Just like that, everything freezes inside me. My body heats up at the sound of his voice and I raise my head to find Brendan’s eyes on mine. He’s the last person I expect to see, and yet, this feels as familiar as a memory.
I open my mouth to ask the question, but he shakes his head and transfers his attention to our surroundings. The tall buildings rise on each side of us, the rain making everything glisten in the darkness. The full moon casts shadows on the cars parked along the street, turning a typical neighborhood into a scene straight out of a horror movie.
“Come on. We have to get out of here.”
Brendan grabs my hand and pulls me after him, away from the main road. Surprisingly, I don’t question him, but follow as he leads me away with the same urgency that runs through my blood. I stumble over my feet, but he keeps me upright. Glancing behind me I see shadows moving, closing in. There’s at least a dozen bodies running after us, close to the ground as if sniffing out our scent.
“Brendan!” I choke on his name, as the panic threatens to overwhelm my senses. He glances over his shoulder, assessing the situation and I see the frustration written there as plain as day. The odds don’t look so good for us, and he knows it.
Before I can offer advice, he pushes through a door on our right. Running behind him, as he holds my hand steady in his, I wonder how in the world I have found myself in this position. The thought is much calmer than I expect my mind to be at the moment, and that makes me pause. Brendan senses me slowing down, and turns to look behind him.
“What’s going on Brendan?” I ask, when his eyes meet mine. I’m not even that out of breath. ”What are those things and why are they chasing us?” My voice rises with panic, as if now that I’m saying the words out loud, it’s finally real.
“Now is really not the time for questions, Cali. We have to get to the roof.”
“That’s great and all, but you don’t actually expect me to trust you, right?” I ignore the fact that it seems I was doing just that thirty seconds ago. It’s like a reflex. It’s been that way since the day I met Brendan. The moment he came into my life it was like trying to tune a radio and finally finding the right station. The feedback buzz is gone and there’s comfortable silence.
“Cali, you already trust me. Don’t deny it now. And once we get out of here alive, I will answer as many questions as I can, but for now, we need to move.”
There is truth to his words, because I do know him and I do trust him. For some reason, that’s all I need to hear before I’m the one dragging him up the stairs.
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