Dead at Hotel Artemis

Dead at Hotel Artemis

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Happiness in death is a fickle thing, but Tally thinks she's finally got it all figured out. Between serving the living supernatural guests at Hotel Artemis, singing soulful music to a soul-sucking creature, and spending steamy snatches of time with a man who makes her pulse race, she's ready to stare down the long road of eternity with a clear mind. But nothing stays perfect for long. With a powerful god vying for her attention and the burning gaze of a mysterious stranger dogging her every move, Tally is in danger of losing more than her soul. Behind the scenes, there's a war brewing, and far too late, she finds she's the key to everything. Is her only salvation the mysterious stranger who knows her better than she knows herself? The choice is hers, but she better be right. She's playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse with blinders on. She'll make it out of Artemis alive, she thinks, if she and the mysterious stranger can keep their hands off of each other long enough.
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The Aeon Below Deep beneath the frozen ribs of the mountain lies a place the world pretends not to see, the Cave of the Dead, a place where light dies and the air itself hums with mourning. They say those who venture in never come back sane..if they come back at all. For centuries, no one has reached its final chamber - a cathedral vast and golden, carved for gods long forgotten. No one... until Dahlia. A down-on-her-luck woman desperate to escape her parasitic relatives, Dahlia joins an expedition to explore the cave, hoping to make enough money to buy her peace. Instead, she finds him, a corpse that isn't quite dead, standing before a massive flat monolith that flickers like a tomb-screen, each word it shows pulsing with thought. A being who calls himself Caelir, once a god, now fallen and bound as the barrier between the living and the underworld. When Dahlia accidentally touches the Black Salt Stone, she gives Caelir what he's been waiting centuries for: a tether to her mind. From that moment on, his voice curls through her thoughts like smoke, mocking, taunting, amused. For the first time in hundreds of years, he's not alone. For the first time in her life, Dahlia has someone who listens though she wishes he wouldn't. But Caelir's interest in Dahlia isn't mercy. To awaken his preserved body, to tear free of his prison, he must drain the soul of the one who touched the Stone...her. And though he tells himself it's inevitable, her stubborn humor, her greed, and her defiance begin to unravel something inside him, something dangerously human. As Dahlia delves deeper into the cave's labyrinth of death, she realizes that her worst enemy isn't the whispers of the dead... It's the voice inside her head. ~~~ Early draft, being revised for publication elsewhere.

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