Faces in the Water
By Tonya Macalino
Who created that slide of silk across your skin as you reached for your cinematic lover? Who recorded the crushing weight of the grizzly as you fought for your life in the fictional wilderness? It is Lone Pine Pictures’ Alyse Kate Bryant who wraps your body in the story only your mind was privy to before.
A brilliant sensory immersion artist and a wild daredevil, Alyse will do almost anything for the perfect sensory file, but the violent death of her father has her teetering on the very edge of reckless sanity.
For just one night, Alyse seeks refuge in the arms of a beautiful stranger.
And her recklessness finally has consequences.
Now Alyse finds herself trapped in the flooded ruins of Venice, a quarantine camp for the carriers of Sleepers’ Syndrome. But it can never be that simple. Because the Sleepers’ Syndrome carriers who populate the camp are no longer as human as they seem.
The city of legend is bringing its legends back to life.
They come now, Alyse.
But this time the gate had a guardian.
I felt her before I saw her, that same surge of power I’d felt from Jürgen, but more elemental, more penetrating. Both Matteo and I stopped abruptly. His grip on me tightened.
She took form from the shadows that clung to the structure where the light couldn’t penetrate the fog. The delicate lines of her face took shape first, upward sloping eyes, cheeks, and jaw. Her skin had the same pale hue as the clouds around her and her eyes were a ghostly blue, narrowed coyly. She stepped forward and Matteo went completely still beneath my hands. Her long, long silvery hair danced around her face and her glittering gown flowed in the same mysterious storm. My whole body screamed a warning at a mind that had long since gone numb.
Then she laughed, a light airy sound, completely at odds with the seductive threat I felt coming off her.
“Ah, Matteo, are you going to hide her from Hadria? Keep her for yourself?”
Matteo jerked into motion.
“Get lost, Cirena.”
Again the tinkling laugh. She tossed her head back, her hands clasped in merriment. Matteo’s arm turned to steel as he held me against him and pushed his way around her. She floated easily aside, her glee never faltering as she watched us.
“Oh, little Matteo, but what if I want her for myself?”
About the Author:
Tonya Macalino lives in Hillsboro, Oregon with her husband and two children. She is an avid collector of folklore and folk history, far too many to fit comfortably within the pages of any given book. When not working on her latest novel, she enjoys coaching other writers through the How to Build a Book workshops at Jacobsen’s Books & More. To read more of the little folklore gems she unearthed during her research, please visit her blog at www.tonyamacalino.com
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