The Lost Magic (Book Three)
"You can't escape the past. It is a part of who you are; it has shaped you now, it will shape your future. It is the shadow behind you. Who you once were is still a part of who you are today. This, I now understand. My name is Gracelynn Stevenson. I tried to destroy the Lost Magic. I tried to erase the past. I tried to make things go back to the way that they once were. I failed. And now all the happiness I thought I had found has been lost to the shadows…"
Gracelynn is starting to remember all that she thought she left behind. So is Sebastian, although his memories are so painful that he's fighting with everything he has to leave them in the past. But Gracelynn has no choice: the spirits are calling her to lead a group of those who also possess the Lost Magic to fight an evil that is lurking too close.
An evil that only she can overcome.
ISBN Trade Paperback: 978-1-926760-84-1
FICTION | Paranormal Romance
List Price: $17.95
Published: February 28, 2013
"Heart stopping continuation of the love story between Grace and Sebastian, with some surprising and emotional twists." ~ BLKosiner
"Suzi Davis is the kind of author who makes you care about her characters and has you rooting for them even in the face of utter hopelessness and she paints such a vivid picture of the surroundings and the buildup to destruction that you can feel the magic swirling about you." ~ Peeking Between the Pages
"I have really enjoyed this series and if you haven't read them... you are missing out. I have been hooked on this series since book 1. Book 3 really takes you for a ride." ~ My Pathway to Books
“…kudos to Ms. Davis for consistently breathing fresh life into these characters.” ~ The Reading Cafe
Chapter One - Under the Moon
Everything was black, everything was silent. It was the sound of approaching death. It was the inhalation before a scream.
The darkness stretched infinitely around me. It was everywhere. It was inside of me, thick and cloying, choking me. It was me. I could no longer separate myself from the black void that surrounded me. Time ceased to exist here. Nothing could exist here, not even me.
My soul constricted with fear. I tried to blink but my eyes were blinded by the impenetrable shadows. Shrill silence rang in my ears. I couldn’t feel my own body, all I knew was darkness. I teetered on the brink of insanity. I was lost and alone.
“You are not alone.”
The man’s voice came from nowhere and everywhere at once. His words slithered through the darkness, his smooth, oily tones sliding into my ears, poisoning my mind. I wanted to scream but there was no air to breathe. “You are never alone. We are always here in the shadows, waiting… watching... We are coming for you.”
I felt something in the darkness move, the shadows around me stirred. His hatred and contempt echoed in my ears, demanding a response.
“I don’t understand.” The words came out of me as I thought them, my mind’s voice small and afraid. “Where am I? Who are you?”
There was a pause. A heavy tension hung in the air as the darkness seemed to thicken. I blinked and my eyes refocused. I could sense my body again, I was aware of myself. I was no longer floating away in this never-ending nothingness. My relief was short-lived. The darkness moved and separated, slowly swirling all around me, trapping me in tendrils of icy black mist. I shivered.
“Who are you?” he whispered right in my ear, throwing the question back at me. My heart began to hammer in my chest, my throat tightened.
Fear griped me, threatened to overwhelm all my senses. A desperate panic set in as I realized I didn’t know who I was! I had a name, I knew I did but what was it? Who was I?
The shadows moved, something flashed past me in a rush of sudden blistering heat. I gasped, staring in bewilderment at the painful, throbbing gash that had appeared in the shadow’s wake. The smooth, fair skin across my arm was torn open and dark, sticky blood trickled steadily down to my hand, dripping from my fingertips. My shivers accelerated to a violent trembling, I was losing all control. I hugged myself tightly with my uninjured arm, my hand reaching to my chest, my fingers automatically searching, grasping desperately for reassurance but there was nothing there but my cold, clammy skin with my hammering heart beneath.
“Please, stop! I don’t know-”
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