Just because you don’t believe in magic,
Doesn’t mean it can’t believe in you.
Sydney Allen makes a living out of digging up the dead. Well, not a living, exactly, but a very small stipend. When destruction crashes down around her, she didn’t expect to be caught right in the middle of it. Now she’s gone from digging up the dead to worrying about becoming one of them.
Locked away in a fortress of stone, a band of immortals hold the key to preventing the end of the world. When Sydney and Mir’s paths collide, the sexy god awakens her powers in ways she didn’t dream possible. Together, they must race against time to uncover the truth about Sydney’s own past, before it destroys her.
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Here’s an excerpt:
Beneath the final barrier inside of her, Sydney sensed the endless surge of her magic, the restless powerful energy thrashing, wanting out, out, out. Still, the melody danced in her veins, the stones singing their aria, her father’s voice echoing the music, the words in unison to the beats of her heart. Tentatively she pushed, then without another thought, she tore straight through the final wall, straight into the heart of her magic.
She should be exhausted. She probably was, but when the magic surged through her, filling her up, she was renewed, reborn into a cage of flesh and bone riding high on a power not of this earth.
Not of this universe.
Capable of terrible things.
Against the dimness of her dimmed, murky vision, the silhouettes of the invading army continued to march past, the stamp of feet, the clash of metal ringing in her ears. But as her magic rose, settled and rose again, it wiped the spiderwebs from her eyes, sharpened her hearing, forged her back together, better than flesh, better than mortal, into something stronger.
But more than even the magic, the music centered her in a way she’d never been before.
The words her father had repeated, a litany strung together became the chain Sydney followed back, until she stood beneath the cold, sickle moon sky watching the Orobus’s horrible invading army march past her, out of the doorway she’d opened, to decimate her city.
But it was with her eyes she watched them.
And with her lungs she breathed.
Curling her hand into a fist, she vowed it would be her magic that would stop them.