What’s The Book About:
“For as long as I can remember, I have been told to follow three important rules:
1. Always guard my ability
2. Never share my secret
3. And pretend to be normal.
However, those three little rules don’t make my life easier. I still find dead people and deal with strange visions. Not to mention, an attraction to a boy who doesn’t exist. Whenever we cross path’s he mists away like smoke on a mirror. He drives me crazy, that Kaff Cooper.
As a flock of dead crows fall from the blackened sky, Kaff becomes the only one who can see the truth straight to the dark underbelly of who I actually am.
My hands feel the pull to extract the forsaken, the lost, the forgotten. It comes as naturally as breathing and there is no stopping “
Excerpt: A few more steps into the shadows and the lightness of a feather brushed
against my cheek. Instinctively, I turned around, expecting to see someone but
instead I lost my balance and stumbled forward, arms extended to catch my fall. I
landed on my knees, my hands scraped by broken twigs and rocks. I shifted my
focus from my hands to a crumbling neighborhood further off in the distance. Barely
visible through heavy fog, the dilapidated buildings had a rippling effect. There was
no clear explanation for it, but looking back on that moment later, I realized the
nausea, dizziness, little black dots floating across my eyes, even the black crows
passing overhead, were all precursors to what was about to happen.
The ground rumbled and opened up, like a woman spreading her arms wide to take
me in. There was only one frightening explanation for this and as absurd as it
seemed, it made sense.
Body dowsing. Someone was waiting for me in the limitless black hole beneath my