I was born in a world where monsters are real, that in the security of one’s room, evil lurks and there is no escaping it, for they watch and wait for their next kill.
The brightness of the blood that pooled around Eldon’s head in the snow looked like a halo, a devils halo. I did not mourn, why should I, the man wanted me dead, wanted Kane dead and thought that he had done so, but we surprised him, the fool. No, I didn’t mourn, I reveled in it.
I looked at Kane, half of me celebrated the other knew what had to be done, my Birthright. I knew who and what I was, somewhat, but what I didn’t know needed to found out. So much of my life was held from me and I still needed to know more, a lot more. I was a Rosewood, at least part of me was. I felt deep down that the mother I had always known, grew to love and missed, was not my true mother. How do I know this? I’m not exactly sure myself, something inside of me, something I sensed, an innate feeling that I can’t explain and that’s where Kane came into play.
This is a book that I plan on taking the reader into the past, as well as, into the future, for Candra's life is still a mystery and as she pursues her birthright, she encounters forces sometimes stronger than herself or Kane.
Full of action, mystery, suspence and cliff hangers that will keep you wanting more..."Do you trust me?" as Kane would say.