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![]() Duplication or distribution via any means is illegal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines andor imprisonment. No part of this e-book can be reproduced or sold by any person or business without the express permission of the publisher. ISBN: 978-1-61937-660-1 Editor: Helen Hardt Artist: Kelly Shorten Line Editor: Damien Grintalis Interior Book Design: Cera Smith Acknowledgments A huge thank you to my dear beta readers for their time and effort: Jen, Lynda, Jeanie, Shauna, Terri, and Debbie. Countless thanks for your wonderful support and bendable ears: Ann, Lynda, Jeanie, Debbie, Marcella, and Erica. My undying love and gratitude to my husband for his ruthless honesty and endless patience as my pre-editor, for putting up with far too many frozen, takeout, and deli dinners, and for taking up so much of the slack my writing creates. And most of all, for truly being my very own happily-ever-after hero. Oh, and more appreciation than I can express to my amazing editor, Helen Hardt, for her transforming my manuscript into a great book, to book designer Cera Smith for her gremlin-battling assistance, and to cover artist Kelly Shorten, for her talent, and her fortitude in finding the perfect Clint. T here are singular strands of great power that have run through our world since its birth. Here and there, now as then, they cross one another and join. Some are quite famous: a henge in The Isles, a mountain in Peru, a region below the ocean off Bermuda. And some, no less potent but perhaps more so, are all but unknown outside of the precious few who ward them. ![]() Chapter One C lint MacAllens eyes flew open, but he saw only darkness. Heart pounding, gasping for air, he struggled against clammy bonds. No, just sheets, soaked with the cold sweat drenching his body. Rising to rest his elbows on his knees, he took a deep breath. The thing was, it had included everything hed ever wanted: the German sports car, a hot yet classy wife, two point five perfect kids, a big beautiful house. It was all there. The dream had begun with the proposal hed received yesterday in the mail, a very real offer from a mega developer he was meeting later this morning. The development was a green builders dream come true and a fast track to the top. Yeah. Then hed gotten a load of the view from up there and found himself in the pit of hell. He walked unsteadily to the bathroom, filled the glass at the sink, and took a couple of swallows. One side of his face was bathed in the eerie blue light of the electric toothbrush, the other in the red light from his razors recharging stand. The familiar face had been replaced by the image of someone he didnt know and never wanted to meet.
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