Just as I was about to see if a human could climb up a chimney, I heard the bell over the front door chime, as well as felt the vibration on the hardwood floor. Literally pushing me up against the fireplace. I had to face it- the flame was stalking *me*. I'd already tried that and had one hell of a burn working along my right shoulder where the flame touched me. If I tried to fake it and jump to the left, it matched me again. But if I tried to move to the right and jump on the couch, the damned thing moved with me. Though that word pretty much applied to me at that moment, as I attempted again to get around the flame. Though some people tended to think those two were synonymous, so when they discovered I couldn't talk, they started shouting at me really slow. Oh-and the cherry-my great-uncle was responsible for it all.Īll of these things combined have proven one thing to me-I am the winner in the world's most-dysfunctional-family contest. And in the span of two weeks, I had lost my mother's soul, banished my best friend from my life, scared the crap out of my cop boyfriend, experienced crazy erotic dreams about another cop in whom I spent some recoup time (hey-clean thoughts here!), learned I was being stalked by two secret societies, as well as possibly damned my soul for all eternity. Screaming seemed the appropriate thing to do-so I did. The big *Book of Everything* lay open on the papasan chair, turned to a page I evidently had no business reading, and I was pretty much trapped between the flame and the fireplace. Earlier I'd pulled the rug back to reveal the huge pentagram painted on the wood floor beneath. Which was probably why I found myself looking at a six-foot purple flame burning an astral hole in my mom's living room. She lives with her husband and daughter in Atlanta, Georgia. She has had short fiction published in a number of anthologies and online sites. She began writing at the age of 10, reworking the endings of her favorite television shows, especially such classic favorites as Scooby Doo.
Phaedra Weldon was born in Florida and attended Georgia Southern University from where she launched a career in the graphics arts field. To get out-of-body, Zoë will have to look for big, dangerous trouble-and fast.įor there is a deadly and powerful being within the Abysmal that wishes Zoë never existed.and it's coming for her. From him she learns that only a traumatic experience can bring the Wraith back. Her only hope is to join forces with an old enemy, who has his own dark reasons for helping her.
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Now, unless she can figure out how to go Wraith again, she won't be able to rescue her mother, whose soul is trapped on the Abysmal plane. Just when Zoë Martinique, formerly ordinary twenty-something, was getting used to the idea that she was possessed of extraordinary powers, she lost them.
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**The newest in a series that's "part paranormal whodunit, part urban fantasy"(*Publishers Weekly*) by the author of *Wraith* and *Spectre*.** **Read Phaedra Weldon's posts on the Penguin Blog.
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