In Briarcliff Manor, silence is a form of survival.
Marguerite Wynn has endured two years of it-suffocating routine, stolen autonomy, the cold ache of betrayal and memory. Her prayers are no longer for salvation, but for remembrance. For resistance.
But when Kit Walker arrives with haunted eyes and blood on his hands, Maggie begins to hear something beneath that silence.
Something dangerous.
Something human.
Something disturbingly like hope.
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Anna Holland is a college freshman with strange empathic psychic powers that she has managed to keep hidden. She senses auras, feels what others feel as though she feels them herself, and has powerful intuitions that she is inclined to follow. Unfortunately, one of these strong urges leads her to being sucked into another universe where she is at the mercy of a dangerous warlord who calls her a mage and claims to have been waiting for her.
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Excerpt:
Anna felt the stabbing pain from her back to her chest. She felt his surprise. She felt his light extinguish as he died. Then there was nothing. Nothing. Her head was swimming like it was underwater. She couldn't move. She couldn't move. Her vision blurred, a man was speaking but she couldn't hear his words. She felt the sword in her chest, but it wasn't there. He killed him. He killed him.
Breathe.
Did she stop?
Breathe.
The man, she could hear him speaking. What was he saying?
Breathe.
She inhaled a deep breath. And another. Then another. Things started to clear.
"Breathe. That's right," the warrior coaxed. She started to take another settling breath, and his face came more into focus. The first thing she noticed was his piercing green eyes. She had never seen eyes quite like that before. She stared into them, mesmerized. He mimicked a breath and she took it with him. She was coming back.
"I will not hurt you," the man kneeling before her promised. Anna knew better than to believe him.
What was it he had said? Oh.
"You...you said...you said 'no witnesses'." She was shaking violently. She took another deep breath.
"Ah, " he uttered in acknowledgment. "You are not a witness, you are the treasure