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Synopsis
Audrey's visits to her uncle's house have always been her favorite part of the summer, but this year, something's different. Her uncle obviously has something on his mind, something important that he's not telling her. As the summer progresses she tried to find out what it is, and learns her uncle may be guarding a deep secret - and something far more dangerous.
Audrey is about to be pulled from her own familiar world into one entirely foreign, where stone and iron come to life, the moon opens gateways into magical kingdoms, and where shadows are alive and have the power to kill the life in their path with just a touch. It's more than scary; it's life-threatening, and Audrey must find out what's really going on - and put a stop to it - if she wants to survive.
Excerpt
Moss and ivy dripped over the stone archway in the garden wall. A pale moon flickered in and out of the clouds, sending shafts of silver light down over the garden. For a moment, one chances upon the open space beneath the archway, and its illumination cast a terrifying change over the scene on the other side. Only the carved stone bench beyond the archway remained the same. The stone-paved path, edged with bushes, turned to a field of tightly closed yellow flowers, lily-like, shivering in the wind. It would have been a peaceful scene, had it not been for the darkness writhing across it.
It was a compact cloud of shadow, swirling and struggling. It seemed at first to be trapped in one corner of the field, but upon closer inspection it became clear that it was slowly making progress, taking a slow, painful step, then another. Around it, the plants withered and died. It didn’t take a genius to know that this thing - whatever it was - was bad.
The moon flicked back behind the clouds, startling the man who had been standing, watching the scene unfold. He looked down at the open pocket watch in his palm and stared at the hands moving slowly across the clock face. With a sigh, he snapped the watch closed.
“At the yellow fields,” he murmured, though no one was around to hear him. “We have time. But not much.”
