Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.






Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Part 2- Awakening

Three Word Wednesday- Part 2- Awakening

Prompts:
Barren, adjective: (Of land) too poor to produce much or any vegetation; (of a tree or plant) not producing fruit or seed; (of a woman) unable to have children; showing no results or achievements; unproductive; (of a place or building) bleak and lifeless; empty of meaning or value.

Intense, adjective: Of extreme force, degree, or strength; (of an action) highly concentrated; having or showing strong feelings or opinions; extremely earnest or serious.

Worry, verb: [no object] give way to anxiety or unease; allow one's mind to dwell on difficulty or troubles; [with object] cause to feel anxiety or concern; cause annoyance to;  noun: A state of anxiety and uncertainty over actual or potential problems; a source of anxiety.


Part 2- Awakening

      I awoke to shouting, okay not shouting, but very loud intense voices. I wanted them to be quiet they were making my head hurt. I didn’t want to open my eyes, so I kept them closed. I pulled on my left arm and remembered my predicament. Yep, still stuck by handcuffs to the hospital bed! I couldn’t have murdered anyone. I knew in my heart of hearts, I wasn’t that type of person and yet they said I murdered someone. Not only that I seemed to have a problem with my memory. Let’s look at this objectively I thought. My head hurt and I couldn’t remember my own name. Put that together and head injury equals memory loss. Maybe whoever had killed this guy had knocked me on the head? Yes, that had to be it no need to worry. 

    Who was I kidding? I was worried to death. I had probably interrupted a murder and barely survived myself. Did I have serious brain damage? I reached up and touched my head, yes there was a bandage on the right side of my head and it hurt to touch it. I should remember these voices shouldn’t I? Why couldn’t I? 

      My brain was so fuzzy. I moved it to shake out the cobwebs and was instantly sorry. My head pained more.

     I realized one of the voices was the police officer, so I opened my eyes and saw the cop, Constable Bennett arguing with a small bird-like woman. She appeared to be about forty or possible fifty years old. It was hard to tell her age because she obviously had some work done. There were small lines hidden mostly by her up-swept sun kissed hair, her lips and cheeks filled in with Botox. That hairdo alone must have cost a fortune I thought. She touched the man who claimed to be my husband, intimately on the hand and the shoulders almost like a lover’s touch.

   Watching them it felt like I was here and yet not here. I felt detached like a scientist analyzing them.

  “I demand you let my client go this instance. I have submitted these papers to your boss and the court and my good friend Judge Barnes agrees with me.”
   “I can’t just let the prisoner go on your say so ma’am. I have to hear this from my supervisor,” Constable Bennett protested.
   “I’ll have your badge. You have abused my client and set yourselves up for a lawsuit.”

   Just then the police officer’s phone rang.

  “Yes, sir. No sir. Right sir, I will,” Constable Bennett said into the phone, then he put his cellphone in his pocket and with his other hand pulled out a key and undid the cuffs on my left wrist and then abruptly left the room.

    The doctor arrived then and my so-called husband and the lawyer stepped into the hall at his urging. That's when I found I'd been here for three days. The doctor told me that my thick head had saved my life. Some of loss of memory was consistent with a head injury of this magnitude, he suggested that with some rest I would recover my memory. He also told me not to worry that I would go home with strangers anytime soon he'd keep me here in the hospital for a few more days.  I breathed a sigh of relief, confident that soon I'd remember.  He then excused himself and sent the lawyer and my so-called husband back in the room. The man who said he was my husband  touched my hand and asked, "Everything okay, honey?"

    I thought it was a stupid question but somehow I wanted to reassure him so I nodded.

   “I’ve got you out another scrape Annalise. What you put me through. When will you grow up? I thought that your marriage to Garland would make you mature but I can see no evidence of it. He has kept you. even though you're barren. How did you end up going to see Raymond Markowitz after I specifically told you to stay away from him, I’ll never know! I’m going to have to get some work done at this rate you’re causing new wrinkles to start. What have you to say for yourself stressing out Garland and I like this?”the lawyer nattered at me.

    Did she really expect me to answer her? It seemed she did for she looked at me expectantly.Kept me? Barren? She sounded like something out of a bad movie.  Didn’t she understand I hadn’t a clue who she was? Garland smiled at me and for a moment I could understand why I would have married him. His smile sizzled with a chemistry that made me warm all over. 
   
    Okay, Annalise if that’s your name, let’s get your brain working. I wasn’t under arrest anymore, but who was the dead man and why had I been found with him and who had hit me on the head? The murderer? Was I still in danger? If I couldn’t have killed him then did someone I know murder him? Should I really trust my ‘husband’ or this lawyer?
“Do you listen to me, Annalise,” the lawyer persisted interrupting my thoughts.
“Suzie, she does know who you are,” the man who claimed sounding almost amused.  
“Nonsense! Like she wouldn’t know her Aunt Suzanne.”
 Aunt Suzanne she was my aunt? Then why was she so over affectionate with my husband? Some aunt she was!! With a husband like him finding my memory loss amusing and aunt like her; maybe that’s why I couldn’t recall them. 
“She says she doesn’t know me, why would she remember you?” Garland commented.
The man who claimed to be my husband was laid back almost like a tiger ready to pounce. He seemed nice on the surface, but something about him made me think he could be cruel if he needed to be.
“Annalise I’m sorry for kissing Garland.  I was a little too drunk and maybe a little too needy, but do you really have to pretend you don’t know me?” Suzanne asked then.
“I don’t know who you are; but you don’t sound like a very nice person,” I commented.
“Well I never; if this is one of your tricks Annalise it will get you nowhere. You still don’t get your mother’s estate until your twenty five and it might get you an involuntary stay in a psyche ward again. Is that what you want?”
“How dare you Suzanne? Annalise has a head injury. She needs your patience and understanding...”
 “That’s the problem with both given her too much of that and this latest foolishness is the result. Or did the fact that they found her naked in Raymond’s bed mean nothing? She’s like her mother!!! Wake up and smell the coffee she was cheating on you, that’s why she filed for divorce then took it back,” Suzanne commented.
I was naked when they found me. Oooh, yuck people had seen me naked was my next thought. Wait a minute they said Raymond was dead before I got there so how, or why had I become naked before being clobbered over the head? Someone had staged the scene to make me look guilty?
Suzanne had said I had wanted to divorce the man who called himself my husband Garland? Why that because these people seem to treat me like I was an object a chess piece you moved around? Had I been so compliant and agreeable around these people they treated me like a child and I’d had enough? Frankly I found my so-called aunt disagreeable and if she touched Garland one more time I think I’d sock her. Garland must have sensed my anger for in the next moment he said coldly, “Visiting hours are over Suzanne I’ll take care of my wife now. I’ll call you if we need you.” “But Garland...” she began.
   “Goodbye, Suzanne.”
   Suzanne left and Garland turned to me, “If all of this is a ploy to make me forgive you, you can stop now. I’m sorry about the past not being there for you when you needed me and burying myself in work. But I promise you I never slept with your aunt. Even though she came onto me I never encouraged her. I want to make this marriage work, Annalise. I realize that I am older and I expected you to act my age. I'm sorry you need to act your own age; that wasn't fair. I want us to get back to where we were. Please, talk to me Annalise, I love you.”
   “I’m not pretending anything. I don’t know who I am, let alone who you are,” I replied.
   “You're name is Annalise Sumner. You’re twenty two years old and an heiress to the Fitzwilliam banking family. We’ve been married for two years. I don't live off your money I have my own family fortune and my own computer software company. We had a world wind courtship and a quiet civil ceremony for our wedding followed by a big splashy wedding after our daughter was born,”he explained. 
   “We have a baby daughter?”I asked terrified. 
   “Not any more...,”he answered sadly.

©Sheilagh Lee October 1, 2014

To be continued

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Three Word Wednesday- Part 1- Awakening

Three Word Wednesday- Part 1- Awakening

Adequate, adjective: Sufficient, enough, requisite; acceptable, passable, reasonable, satisfactory, tolerable, fair, decent, quite good, pretty good, moderate, unexceptional, unremarkable, undistinguished, ordinary, average, not bad, all right, middling; informal OK, so-so, 'comme ci, comme ça', fair-to-middling, nothing to write home about; equal to, up to, capable of, suitable for, able to do, fit for, sufficient for.
Explosive, adjective: Volatile, inflammable, flammable, combustible, incendiary; fiery, stormy, violent, volatile, angry, passionate, tempestuous, turbulent, touchy, irascible, hotheaded, short-tempered; tense, charged, highly charged, overwrought; dangerous, perilous, hazardous, sensitive, delicate, unstable, volatile; sudden, dramatic, rapid; mushrooming, snowballing, escalating, rocketing, skyrocketing, accelerating.
Parasite, noun: Hanger-on, cadger, leech, passenger; informal bloodsucker, sponger, bottom feeder, scrounger, freeloader, mooch.

Part 1- Awakening

     My head ached and I wanted to snuggle deeper down into the bed and stay asleep, but that annoying clicking sound, along with the loud kind of explosive whooshing sound was just too much. Why couldn’t someone be quiet while you were sleeping?
I opened one eye and saw not my bedroom but an adequate hospital room. Adequate? That sounded judgemental and snobby was I that kind of person? My right arm had an intravenous needle in it and it throbbed.  Why was I in the hospital? Had I been in accident? Was that why my head hurt? I realized I couldn’t move my left hand opened my other eye and stared at handcuffs holding my left arm. I turned my head feeling slightly dizzy and met eyes with the pen clicker.

    “Shush,” I tried to say, but he didn’t hear me because of a breathing tube in my throat.

    His dark wavy hair was short and his eyes were blue and stared at me like I was bug under a microscope, a slight glare in his eyes.
He said nothing to me but yelled, “You better get in here officer. She’s awake.”
My head throbbed and I felt like I would throw up and I tried to motion for them to get something but it seems their minds were on something else.

    “Ms. Annalise Sumner, I’m Constable Bennett. You are under arrest for the murder of Raymond Markowitz.”

    I looked around for this Annalise and saw no other woman.  Terrified I tried to motion with my hands that I didn’t understand what they spoke of to no avail.  The man however seemed to understand and spoke silently with the nurse. The nurse then shoed everyone out and with a doctor in attendance removed the breathing tube and I was settled again. My stomach still churning.
     I felt like a parasite; something that had taken up root in a strange place where people I didn’t know droned on and on. That’s right didn’t know. Who was Annalise Sumner? For I didn’t know; I had no memory before I woke up here. How could I be under arrest for murder?  I didn’t think I was the type to be a criminal and especially not a murderer. And who was Raymond Markowitz the man they claimed I murdered?
      “It’s okay Annalise. Your lawyer will be here shortly.”
     “Who are you?” I whispered my lips barely forming the words since my throat was so dry.
    “This isn’t funny Annalise. You know damn well I’m your husband, Garland Sumner,” he cried.
    “I’m Annalise?” I asked.
   “Get that doctor in here,” Garland snarled, and then whispering in my ear he said,         “This better not be one of your jokes Annalise because I’m not laughing.” 

     I shook my head and pleaded with my eyes for him to believe me and it seemed he might, as he gave my hand and loving touch and then left to find a doctor. 
     I then promptly threw up all over the bed. A few minutes later after the linens were changed I attempted to process all the information I’d been given. None of it made any sense. How could I have killed someone?  I knew in my heart of hearts, despite not knowing my name, that I couldn’t kill another soul unless they were killing me. Was that it? Had this Raymond Markowitz tried to kill me? Yes, that made sense. All of this would work out I just had to relax and it would all come back to me. This was just a temporary aberration of my mind. If I went to sleep I’d wake up clear minded and know my name. I could do that just until the doctor came back of course and gave me answers I needed. I closed my eyes and gave into the sleep my body insisted I needed.

To be continued
©Sheilagh Lee September 24, 2014

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 9 - Conclusion

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 9


Carcass, noun: The dead body of an animal; the trunk of an animal such as a cow, sheep, or pig, for cutting up as meat; the remains of a cooked bird after all the edible parts have been removed; the remains of something being discarded, dismembered, or worthless.

Geek, noun: An unfashionable or socially inept person; [usually with modifier] a knowledgeable and obsessive enthusiast; a carnival performer who performs wild or disgusting acts; verb: Engage in or discuss computer-related tasks obsessively or with great attention to technical detail; be or become extremely excited or enthusiastic about a subject, typically one of specialist or minority interest:

Slash, verb: Cut (something) with a violent sweeping movement, typically using a knife or sword; reduce (a price, quantity, etc.) greatly; noun: A cut made with a wide, sweeping stroke; a wound or gash made by a cut with a wide, sweeping stroke.

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    This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. 


The Gravel Pits-Part 9 -Conclusion


     Just when she thought she might have lost him a hand reached out from in front of her and grabbed her saying, “Found you.”
     “Don’t panic it’s me Karl.” he said, “Are you okay Kathleen? He didn’t harm you?” 
       “I have some bruises, but I’m okay.” she answered, I'm so glad you're here.

      Kathleen relaxed for a moment in Karl’s arms that he put around her, but then she remembered the man was still out there.

     “I saw his car parked in front of the Sulphur springs, you weren’t in it and I saw him enter the woods so I assumed you were in here. I slashed one of his tires, but he's the kind of geek to drive on it. We better get moving to my car before he gets here. My car is that way,” Karl said pointing.

     Kathleen heard a noise behind Karl and then saw the man come into view. He swung a log at Karl’s head and then with the other hand reached out to grab Kathleen but missed. As Karl fell down, Kathleen ducked, grabbed a log herself with her other hand and swung it at the man connecting with his head. The man’s head bled profusely and he dropped like a stone. Kathleen bent over Karl and helped him up as he pointed the way to his car. Kathleen dragged Karl to the car where he insisted she drive.
      “I can’t. I don’t know how,” Kathleen protested.
    “You can do this I can direct you, but I can’t see well enough to drive. I’ve got double vision.”

     Karl then showed her how to shift the gears and drive before buckling himself and her into the car. Kathleen wanted to take him to the hospital, but Karl insisted they go straight to his dad. Kathleen floored the car driving as fast as she could to the police station, but it was at least twenty miles away and it seemed like forever as she drove. she was terrified but she would not let this man catch them she decided as her adrenalin kicked in.  Karl seemed groggy and Kathleen kept talking to him to keep him awake. Just before they got to the out skirts of London the man caught up to them and banged the back of Karl’s dad’s car almost pushing them off the road. Kathleen kept the car steady and headed towards the police station. Kathleen raced through the city with the man on her tail. Finally turning into the police station driveway, the car disappeared. Kathleen got out and took Karl into the police station.
    “Can I help you?” asked the policeman at the desk.

    Kathleen burst into tears and then still shaking, she blurted through sobs, “I....kid ...”
   “You’re not making sense miss. Did this boy hurt you?”
   Karl took Kathleen in his arms and let her cry into his shoulder as he explained, “I’m Karl Ward, my dad works here.”
   “Oh you’re Lieutenant Peter Ward’s boy,” the policeman acknowledged.
   “Yes, I am,” Karl replied.
   “So what happened Karl? Can you tell me while I summon your dad?”
  “This is my friend Kathleen Jones. You have a BOLO out on her. That weirdo that you look for, kidnapped her. You know the guy who may have killed that girl Gina Waterstone? I spotted his car and I found Kathleen running from him in the woods. He caught up with us and hit me on the head but Kathleen saved me hitting him on smack dap on the head when he tried to grab her again. Then we drove here and he followed,” Karl said.
   “Your head bleeds.  I believe you both need to go to hospital. Now is the perp still out there?”
   “No, he took of once we turned into the station. But he did hit the back of our car when we were on the highway outside of town. There may be some paint scrapings you could get there,” Karl said and then finishing he said, “My head hurts.”
   “And here’s help right on cue,” the policeman said.

     The ambulance attendants arrived and diagnosed the Kathleen was in shock and said that Karl needed stitches and probably had a concussion. They loaded the two teens up and into the ambulance.
     “I’ll have your father meet you at the hospital Karl,” the policeman promised.

    The teens were seen almost immediately, though Kathleen refused to be far from Karl; so they set him up in a bed near her with the curtain drawn so they could examine her.
   Great-Aunt Frieda arrived at the hospital a half an hour after the ambulance and crying she said, “Thank, God you’re alive.”
  After the tears and reunion took place, they recommended an overnight stay for Kathleen because of shock. Karl’s father arrived three hours later to find Karl sitting beside Kathleen’s bed holding her hand his head sewn with twenty stitches.
    “We got him. You’re safe,” Lieutenant Ward reassured them.
    “You got him dad?”
    “I’m safe? He won’t get out on bail?” asked Kathleen
    “No he won’t get out of jail. I’m afraid he’s dead.”
   “Good! I'd like to kick his carcass, ” Karl exclaimed vehemently, “How did it happen, anyway?”
    “Karl!!”
   “He hurt Kathleen. He would have raped and killed her and he killed other women. He deserved to die, dad. you have to admit that,” Karl insisted.
   “No one deserves to die. Jail can be a terrible punishment. He tried to get away, but he was trapped and when he got out of the car he shot at us and my colleagues fired back. He died in a battle of gunfire,” Lieutenant Ward explained.
   “He can’t hurt me...”Kathleen said and then began to cry again.
   Karl went to her and hugged her again as the nurse came in and told his father and Karl that they had to go.
   “I’m not going home. Kathleen needs me,” Karl insisted.
   “It’s very unusual and I better be able to trust you young man. This young lady needs you for assurance only understand?”
  “Yes, ma’am,” Karl replied politely.
  “Fine then you can stay, but only if you lie down in that bed there. You have a head injury and should rest. She’ll hear your breathing and know you’re there. I’ll check you in a couple of hours,” the nurse said.
   Karl’s dad left smiling, reassured the teens were going to be fine and went back to work. In the morning Kathleen was escorted home by Karl and his father. Karl saw Kathleen to the door.
  “Terri is anxious to see you, but dad said she had to wait until tomorrow,” Karl stated.
   “Thanks for coming to save me Karl,” Kathleen said.
  “It’s nothing any boyfriend would have done. Besides you could have saved yourself. You are so brave,” Karl insisted.
  “Karl, are you my boyfriend now?” Kathleen asked surprised.
  “I’d like to be,” Karl said.
  “Then it’s settled you’re my boyfriend,” Kathleen claimed then kissed him gently on the cheek and said, “See you later, Karl.”
 “See you later Kathleen,” Karl cried planting a soft kiss on her lips and then leaving.

   Kathleen danced as she came in the house, “My first real kiss, because you can’t count Tommy Gunderson,” she called out to no one and then said, “I have a boyfriend and he’s handsome and older. All the girls will hate me. I love it!”
Then she giggled happily. Great-Aunt Frieda heard Kathleen’s record player turn on and the song ‘And then he kissed me’ by the Crystal’s come on full blast and sounds of Kathleen dancing around the room.

   Great-Aunt Frieda went into the kitchen made herself a cup of tea and took out a cookie from a batch she kept back from the bake sale. Great-Aunt Frieda smiled, Kathleen sounded herself again after that horrible kidnapping.She had come out of this with very little harm thank goodness. It had been a hairy situation but it was over.The boy Karl had finally declared himself. Karl was a good boy brought up properly he wouldn’t take advantage of Kathleen.  God had seen their family through this tribulation and all was right with the world. She could relax for a while until the next teenage drama, of course, hopefully not anytime soon.
      Next on her agenda making a fabulous picnic lunch for Kathleen; Karl and his family were meeting them at the gravel pits for a swim and a picnic. Time to make peace with the gravel pits and the terrible thing that almost happened nearby. They could make some new happy memories for the all the teens Terri, Karl and Kathleen. It would be a beautiful day the weather was perfect. If she hurried she could just about make her German potato salad in time, before she let Kathleen know about the picnic and swim.
The End

©Sheilagh Lee  September 17, 2014


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 8

Three Word Wednesday - The Gravel Pits-Part 8


Carcass, noun: The dead body of an animal; the trunk of an animal such as a cow, sheep, or pig, for cutting up as meat; the remains of a cooked bird after all the edible parts have been removed; the remains of something being discarded, dismembered, or worthless.

Geek, noun: An unfashionable or socially inept person; [usually with modifier] a knowledgeable and obsessive enthusiast; a carnival performer who performs wild or disgusting acts; verb: Engage in or discuss computer-related tasks obsessively or with great attention to technical detail; be or become extremely excited or enthusiastic about a subject, typically one of specialist or minority interest:

Slash, verb: Cut (something) with a violent sweeping movement, typically using a knife or sword; reduce (a price, quantity, etc.) greatly; noun: A cut made with a wide, sweeping stroke; a wound or gash made by a cut with a wide, sweeping stroke.

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                                        The Gravel Pits-Part 8

  This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. 


     Stuck in the trunk Kathleen panicked she needed to find a way out, She found her mind going to the car magazines that had belonged to her dead father. He had considered him self a car geek and she had loved to browse those magazines with him. Kathleen remembered seeing in one of those magazines with a description of this car. Karl had been correct that it had been a Ford Fairline but this was also a muscle car and a rare edition that. It was some kind of weird name like a snake or something. Cobra, that was the name. She’d remembered the name for all the good it did her trapped her in its trunk.
     She hit her arm out and hit the spare tire. Banging it she managed to dislodge and move to the front of the trunk so she could get at the seat. Some of these seats folded down if she could somehow get it to do so she could escape. If only she could find the switch. She pushed at the seat at several places. Nothing happened, no movement. She began to think she’d die in here. She took out the knife again and tried to slash through the edges of the seat and triggered something. The seat began to fold down.
     She was free she could escape as long as he didn’t come out. It was dark and the parking lot was empty she observed through the bag Plexiglas window. She saw the bar with its name in neon lights After Hours.
     Kathleen had never heard of the bar. Where was she? She looked and saw woods at the edge of the property on the other side of the property and on the other side the gravel road that the car had travelled in on. If she escaped to the road, it’s the first place he would look for her.  She’d have to brave the woods and hoped they would come out to somewhere she could seek help.
   Kathleen climbed over the seat and opened the front driver’s door quietly as she watched the bar hoping he wouldn’t see the light on in the car. She entered the woods stealthily and ran quickly through the woods. She came upon a path and followed it to a clearing. The dim light from the moon revealed a sulphur water fed spring. She was at the Sulphur Springs and the nearest home was four footballs fields away but it was there. She could seek help and be safe. She ran around the front of the springs to the road and then she heard it. With the rumbling of a car Kathleen darted to the woods, but not soon enough as she was caught in the headlights. She picked up her pace as she heard the car door open and him call to her.
   “Give it up little girlie. I’m not going to kill you. I won't leave your carcass on the road, if you come to me now. I kind of like your feistiness. I’ve decided you’re the one I’ll keep. After all we were destined to be together.”
   This sent chills down Kathleen's spine. Kathleen picked up her pace, but heard him hot on her trail, as branches started hitting her in the face. Just when she thought she might have lost him a hand reached out from in front of her and grabbed her saying, “Found you.”

©Sheilagh Lee  September 10, 2014

To be continued

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

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Stalking the Demon by Writer CIARA BALLINTYNE 


The cracks in our souls bleed darkness. High fantasy. 

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Genre:  High Fantasy (Adult)
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Alloran lost his hand to thwart his renegade friend–but the 
world is still going to hell. 

Six months after Ladanyon's defeat, Gisayne is fading away
 from a baffling illness. Alloran is desperate for a cure, but he has 
a secret–the seven circles of hell are unstable. His worst fear is that 
the terrible mirror spell cast upon Gisayne has wrought some connection
 between her and the demon dimensions. 
As everything Alloran loves races toward destruction, he does the 
unthinkable and refuses to obey the council of wizards. The only people
 who can help him are the two research assistants assigned by the
 council–but he knows he can't trust them. All the answers are 
locked away in the last place anyone wants to go: hell!! 


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