Enjoy this fun snippet from Sam’s brand new release, Book 5 Yesterday’s Mysteries:
A strange feeling of sadness washed through her. The emotion felt foreign, too intense to be her own and she shivered under its impact. Anna laid the pile of cards on top of the desk. She had no idea what she was going to do with them. It didn’t feel right to throw them away. But they were of no use to anyone outside the Dashery family and there didn’t seem to be anything left of the lineage.
Another wave of sadness swamped her. Anna sat back in the chair, her body turning icy and her gaze blank. She had only an instant to become alarmed before it hit her…the brief, violent vision was like a punch to the gut.
A hostile gaze, squinting with dark intent, and a fearful cry, as disembodied hands snaked out from the fog and grasped her around the throat. She tried to scream but the ghostly grip choked off the sound. The pressure built, causing her eyes to bulge and her head to pound as panic seared through her. She reached up, tried to grip the ghostly hands at her throat, but her fingers slipped through the fog, finding nothing solid to grip.
Unfortunately, the pressure on her throat was very real.
Anna struggled against a deep lethargy and the bone-chilling cold. Something tugged at her arms and a deep, worried voice called her name. The pressure at her throat eased and she felt herself sagging downward, but the cold still infused her bones and the feeling of being lost in the fog was terrifying.
It had to be ether.
How was that possible?
Anna’s gaze slowly lifted to watch a slender, dark figure walk away, its form hidden inside a floor-length, hooded cloak and the blustery mist…
“Anna! Anna, wake up! What’s happening?”
A small part of her recognized Pratt’s terrified question, but Anna couldn’t pull herself free. She watched that retreating form, her mind struggling to recognize her killer.
Ice crept through her body, slowing the beating of her heart. She could almost feel her blood turning to sludge in her veins. Her thoughts turning fuzzy.
The figure in the swirling fog stopped, started to turn, and a hate-filled gaze pierced the ether, hitting her with the force of a blow.
Why? She asked the figure, watching the cruel lips curve upward.
You shouldn’t have done it…Celeste.
Anna frowned. But I’m not…
The world spun and a familiar force slammed into her, sending her flying backward, toward a warm glow of light that beckoned her from the ether. She hit the light and it was like a thousand shards of glass ripping through her flesh.