A unique dark magical paranormal romance that leads up to a dystopian apocalyptic love story:
The Apocalypse didn’t start with four horsemen, harbingers of the horror to come. It didn’t start with a plague, or pestilence, or even zombies rising from the dead.
It came slowly and without warning. It crept up on people in the shadows, no more than a vague darkness that spread like an unseen cancer.
And it wasn’t set into action by a divine hand. A teenage girl was the catalyst for the End Times.
I should know. I’m the one that started it.
Emily's journey began two years ago when she became a modern Celtic Priestess. She was armed with a magic dagger and the powerful golden torc, forged by faerie hands, was wound around her arm, fused to her soul. Emily was entrusted with sacred magic and ancient wisdom.
But even a Priestess can know desire, feel temptation, and yearn for love. Will passion entice Emily to use the sacred magic in a forbidden way? Can new love take root in a world of nightmares? And will her friendships survive Emily’s Trial?
The Journey Continues . . .
The Apocalypse didn’t start with four horsemen, harbingers of the horror to come. It didn’t start with a plague, or pestilence, or even zombies rising from the dead.
It came slowly and without warning. It crept up on people in the shadows, no more than a vague darkness that spread like an unseen cancer.
And it wasn’t set into action by a divine hand. A teenage girl was the catalyst for the End Times.
I should know. I’m the one that started it.
Emily's journey began two years ago when she became a modern Celtic Priestess. She was armed with a magic dagger and the powerful golden torc, forged by faerie hands, was wound around her arm, fused to her soul. Emily was entrusted with sacred magic and ancient wisdom.
But even a Priestess can know desire, feel temptation, and yearn for love. Will passion entice Emily to use the sacred magic in a forbidden way? Can new love take root in a world of nightmares? And will her friendships survive Emily’s Trial?
The Journey Continues . . .
