The Burning Claw

Jacque's mind wandered as she hovered somewhere between life and death. Her body longed to let go, to sink into the peaceful abyss, to the place where she didn't have to worry about rabid, child-snatching vampires and the carnage they'd caused to so many innocent families. But something kept her here, tethered to this world. Something she couldn't quite remember hovered just on the edge of her consciousness, something vital.

It wasn't Fane, he would be with her on the other side, she knew that. If she died, he died too and he wouldn't have it any other way. She could feel Peri's presence in her body. The fae was fighting, expending every ounce of her energy to keep her and Fane alive and the strain was taking its toll on the fae. But why? Why was the fae fighting as if her own life depended upon Jacque's survival? Jacque was starting to remember someone else—someone that depended on her. A brand new life, precious and perfect . . . her son.

Costin's best friend lay as if sleeping, clinging to life by a mere thread, held at the other end by the powerful fae. But the thread holding Costin to his own sanity was just as feeble. Sally, his world, his light, his Brown-Eyes, the only thing that keeps the darkness at bay, was gone.

© 2018 Tantor Media (Hljóðbók): 9781977371003

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Hljóðbók: 13 mars 2018