Malcolm is missing. Levi is taken. And all the light from the world has gone with them.
Kendall Malcolm thought the world ended when her marriage ended and her life fell apart. She was wrong. Things could be a lot darker. She stands at the precipice—leader, mother, warrior—placing herself between the world and darkness.
But does she have to do it alone? It’s looking that way.
So much happens in this book, Malcolm and Chase find Troy and go to see if they can enlist his help. Meanwhile Levi is taken by ‘Top Hat’ and almost dies in the process. He is left however with an inability to tell them what he’s done.
They can’t find Malcolm or Chase and Mary keeps showing up when Victoria and Kendall are in the same room. She’s shouting but they can’t understand what she’s saying.
This is a favorite scene, as an emotional Kendall goes to clear a house of ghosts.
The door was unlocked, as promised, and I walked right in, flicking on the light. Not that I needed the illumination. I could see the ghosts as much in the dark as I could in the light.
Normal people didn’t stalk around in dark houses. Small gestures toward not becoming totally antisocial …
If I’d even momentarily forgotten about the Cascade, I would have remembered the second I walked into the house. What would I have told Malcolm about this job? Well, it was a busy ghost house. Were there always that many ghosts or had they shown up simply to deal with me?
I maneuvered through them. Some of them darted toward me; others scurried out of my way. I counted and stopped when I got upstairs and had reached fifty. Anything over fifty was all the same to me.
Not too long ago, I’d watched Grayson clear a ghost Malcolm had been carting around for years—the ghost of the man who killed us—doing a strange movement with his arms. It had been amusing. Still, it had started me thinking—maybe there was a more efficient way to manage things in here. Or maybe I could just amuse myself trying.
Malcolm dragged ghosts around with him. I could make them do things too. No one waited for me at home. I could take as long as I wanted giving this a try.
I waved my hand and could feel it burn as I took all the ghosts in the room under my control. There were ten there for me to play with. I itched to send them on.
Instead, I spun them in a circle. Centrifugal motion would be my best friend. “Look at you, look at all of you. I can make you dance.”
I tipped my finger and they danced up and down. “Oh, look at you. Like my own puppets.”
Imitating Grayson’s movements I ended up spinning the ghosts again until they were a ghostly tornado in the room. Over and over they spun while I watched. It transfixed me, and I couldn’t look away.
I had done this. I could make them do whatever the hell I wanted whenever I wanted it.
A boom sounded in the house. All of my ghosts were ripped from fingers, my hand tingling as they were ripped away. I jolted. Who had done that? Who had taken my ghosts? Malcolm? I whirled around and stopped in my tracks.
Standing in front of me was a person I had not seen since I I’d come back to life at twelve years old. Ross Taylor—one of our missing teammates.
Ross stood close to six feet five inches. He dwarfed me and even made Malcolm look small. Out of all of us, Ross had always been the most strikingly handsome. He had dark skin, a muscular body to match his height, brown, almost black eyes, and his head shaven to where he appeared bald. He wore a white collared shirt which accentuated the dark umber of his skin. He paired the white short sleeved top with a pair of blue jeans and brown boots which poked out of his jeans.
I swallowed before I could speak. He was powerful. Hugely, so. He could clear ghosts, and yet his psychic ability dwarfed that talent. If Dex and my mother could “see” things, Ross experienced them as though he lived the moment. Chase had tried to locate him, complicated by the fact that like Chelsea, Mary John, Chase and myself, Ross had chosen to not remember his life with the Others. Yet, here he stood.
“Tell me you’re not a sicko now, Kendall. Tormenting the ghosts?” He raised his eyebrows.
His words undid me. He was right. I had been fucking with the ghosts in completely inappropriate ways. They’d been alive once. Living, breathing, sentient creatures. It was my privilege to send them on. My honor, my duty. I had no business being callous.
Royce, Rebecca. Fragility Unearthed (The Cascade Book 3) (Kindle Locations 1056-1091). After Glows. Kindle Edition.
Ross is a welcome addition and Peter and Logan show up too.
Just when things appear to settle a bit, all hell breaks loose again.
Many surprises in this one, I laughed, held my breath more than once, and cried a few times as well. I am very glad the next book is coming out in May.
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I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
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