"It's not as mystical as it sounds."
Ivy Larken is twenty-four, and so far, her life has been normal, sometimes verging on mundane. She considers herself to be fairly normal as well, and decided a long time ago that the strange occurrences in her life can be chalked up to simple coincidence, and nothing more. When Ivy uproots from her small Maine hometown and moves to the big city, she hopes to escape the past she left behind in Maine, find a decent job and some new friends, and maybe, eventually, unpack.
But just as Ivy begins her new life, she becomes plagued by unsettling and frightening visions. She can't explain them, but soon, she meets people who can. Through sheer chance, Ivy is thrust into a world she never knew existed, but of which she has always been a part. A world of Seers, who possess the power to receive and decipher visions from the past, the present, and the future. The world of Seers, Ivy soon realizes, is out of balance. Her new friends wish only to see and understand their visions, to make some sense of the world, but there are those who yearn for more. These others have learned new, darker powers, and aim to seize political and social influence through their abilities. Before she can unpack a single box, Ivy finds herself caught up in a fight against this corruption.
Meanwhile, a young man named Cian is searching desperately... first for his identity, then for the truth about the fate of his family, and finally, for redemption and freedom from the guilt of his past. Cian's journey intersects with Ivy's, plunging them both into danger, and uncovering secrets they were never meant to know.
Ghost aren't real.
And chics this cute don't tell you they are.
It's the reassurance I told myself, which mostly didn't work cause it was a straight up lie.
This book doesn't have effervescent, long haired fairy's or stoic vampires that smolder and fight. More like a judgmental grumpy teen weed dealer named Zach, who shamefully talks about himself in third person like this. And you won't find some grand quest up a mountain or into an unknown land rich with magic because I have asthma and no time for that shit. And lastly, there will be absolutely no hideous romance where instantly the girl of my dreams sweeps me off my feet. I get on her nerves far to much for that.
Finding out I'm part of ancient group of mediums tasked with cataloging, fighting and cleansing ghost you would think has some upsides. But so far all that comes with it is cold chilled air that gives me the sniffles when they're around.
I'd like to say by the end of this book I'll have conquered the monster and won over the girl, but as you read you'll learn that's far to much faith in a screwup like me. This book won't be for everyone, hell people die in it. But the good news is that if I die at least I'll be around, floating off of the pages to haunt you in your home.
Actually that sounds like bad news so perhaps try and finish so you know if you have a ghost .
*This story contains themes of suicide, sexual content, drug use and mature language.
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