Fractured Legacy
(Darkness Bound #1)by: Skye Callahan
Publication : October 22, 2013
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Book Description:
Kaylyn
Anderson's fascination with abandoned places and dark creatures kindled her
work as a paranormal investigator. But when dreams begin to distort reality,
she questions what is real and pulls away from everyone she trusts. The
opportunity to investigate the Teague Hotel--a long-abandoned landmark that has
always piqued her curiosity--provides a chance to redeem herself. Unraveling
the hotel's secrets won't be easy, but Kaylyn soon finds herself the target of
a dark entity that has been trapped in the building for decades.
If
Kaylyn stands any hope of defeating the spirit, she'll have to accept that her
fears are real and convince fellow investigators that she hasn't lost her mind.
Kaylyn pulled the covers over her head as if they could block out the ruckus threatening her sleep. After another series of knocks on the front door, she was left in silence again. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
She held her breath.
Sure enough, a floorboard creaked, then her sister’s voice rang out. “Come on Kay. You can’t avoid me when I have a key. We’re going to be late.”
“Go away, Cole. I’m sick.”
“Bull shit. If anything you’re hung over.”
“I haven’t had a drink in weeks.” Although at the moment, she thought, I’d kill for one…or several. “We’ve worked for Carlisle for more than three years, he won’t—”
“We have a meeting. Mr. Edwards. Historical Society. Wooden box engraved with occult symbols. Ring a bell?”
Oh yeah. Kaylyn groaned as she flipped the covers off her head. Her younger sister stood over the side table, leaning against the inside of the doorway. A crisp pink collar peeked out from the top of her dark grey pea coat, paired with matching grey slacks.
Always overdressed, Kaylyn thought, especially for a job that often had them crawling in dank and dusty places. She pulled herself up, balancing precariously on the edge of the bed before forcing her body to move toward the closet.
“If you don’t hurry up, the cappuccinos will get cold.”
“You know I prefer it that way.” Kaylyn said as she pulled some moderately business-casual clothes out of the clean clothes pile and headed into the bathroom.
“Weirdo,” Cole called after her.
Kaylyn was thankful for the brief moment of silence as she pulled on a pair of black jeans and a blue long-sleeved V-neck. She smoothed out the wrinkles in the shirt then focused on her matted hair, sweeping it up into a low ponytail.
“Come on, sis, we’re supposed to be there at 9:30,” Cole yelled, smacking the bathroom door.
Three days until the weekend, she promised her reflection. Then nothing is stopping me from sleeping as long as I want.
Nothing except the dreams.
Skye
Callahan was born and raised in Ohio and has seen enough unbelievable stuff to
feed a lifetime of paranormal stories. When not writing or working at the
day job she hangs out with her ethnomusicologist husband and pet ferrets, reads,
and takes long walks through the cemetery.
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