Starlette DeFore knows that her father is alive, even though her family buried him ten years ago. When a faerie confirms this she travels to Charleston, South Carolina to hunt down Sivad Night, the only person to have ever escaped from the hands of a powerful sorceress, the Dark Lady Dreashae. With help from a witch, Stalette travels into Verella, a fantasy realm filled with centaurs, dragons and magic. She is very close to finding her father, but first must defeat Dreashae.
Will Starlette, a mere mortal, have the strength needed to finish her quest and save her father?
I heard Sivad scream my name as mud rose up and cut off my words. It enveloped me, filling my mouth with gritty swamp muck and submersing me. I rolled around frantically, trying to get free of the mess and gulp some air. I felt something near me in the water, and my body stilled as a voice came to my ears.
“I’ll decide when you can breathe, just as I can decide whether you will live or die.”
The voice was soft and deceptively pleasing, like a viper hiding in the grass. I struggled, my hands at my mouth trying to scoop away the muck that was choking me. The voice laughed, a tinkling of bells, and I had the image of a dark-haired woman sitting in a throne room made of onyx. Her gossamer dress clung to her, accenting all her curves. She looked like a seductive goddess, and I knew that was how she liked to be seen. Dreashae’s dark eyes burned into mine, and I wondered how I could see all this if I was under water in a swamp with mud trying to smother me. I reached up and felt my hand rise above the water, the cool night air brushing across it. Then the world went black as the ground swallowed me. I struggled and fought to get free, but my body was slow. The mud clogged my lungs as I tried to gasp for breath. Darkness opened its gates, and I gladly walked in.