Something had been following me for days. Whether it was human, ghost or an in-between—like me—I had no idea. I’d never caught more than a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. No more than a flicker of light or a fleeting shadow. But it was there even now, in my periphery. A darkness that kept pace. Turning when I turned. Slowing when I slowed.
I steadied my gait even as my heart raced, and I berated myself for having strayed too far from hallowed ground. I’d lingered too long at my favorite market, and now it was nearing on twilight, that dangerous time when the veil thinned, allowing those greedy, grasping entities to drift through into our world, seeking what they could never have again.
From the time I was nine, my father had taught me how to protect myself from the parasitic nature of ghosts, but I’d broken his every rule. I’d fallen in love with a haunted man, and now a door had been opened, allowing the Others to come through. Allowing evil to find me.
A car thundered down the street, and I tensed even as I welcomed such a normal sound. But the roar of the engine faded too quickly, and the ensuing quiet seemed ominous. The rush hour traffic had already waned, and the street was unusually devoid of pedestrians and runners. I had the sidewalk all to myself. It was as if everything had faded into the background, and the scope of my world narrowed to the thud of my footsteps and heartbeats.
I shifted the shopping bag to my other hand, allowing for a quick sweep to my left where the sun had set over the Ashley River. The mottled sky flamed like embers from a dying fire, the light casting a golden radiance over the spires and steeples that dotted the low skyline of the City of Churches.
It was good to be back in my beloved Charleston, but I’d been on edge ever since my return, the raw nerves a symptom of the emotional and physical trauma I’d suffered during a cemetery restoration in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. But there was another reason I couldn’t eat or sleep, a deeper unease that made me pace restlessly until all hours. I drew a quivering breath.
The haunted police detective I couldn’t get out of my mind or my heart. The mere thought of him was like a dark caress, a forbidden kiss. Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear the whisper of his aristocratic drawl, that slow, seductive cadence. With very little effort, I could conjure the scorching demand of his perfect mouth on mine…the honeyed trail of his tongue…those graceful, questing hands….
Returning my focus to the street, I glanced over my shoulder. Whatever stalked me had fallen back or disappeared, and my fear eased as it always did when I neared hallowed ground.
Then, a bird called from somewhere in the high branches, the sound so startling I stopped in my tracks to listen. I’d heard that trill once before in the evening shadows of a courtyard in Paris. The serenade was like no other. Gentle and dreamy. Like floating in a warm, candlelit bath. I would have thought it a nightingale, but they were indigenous to Europe and by now would have made the three-thousand mile trek to Africa for the winter.
In the wake of the songbird, a fragrance floated down to me, something lush and exotic. Neither sound nor scent belonged to this city—perhaps even to this world—and a warning prickled my scalp.
Copyright © 2012 by Marilyn Medlock Amann
The Prophet is the third book in Amanda Stevens’ breathtaking series. Amelia Gray is a cemetery restorer, a beautiful Queen of the Graveyard who, foolishly or not, has already broken the four rules her devoted father passed down to keep her safe from the ghosts she is wont to see. Now evil wants her back and to save herself, Amelia knows she must return to her father’s protective measures. But how can she turn her back on the ghost of a murdered cop who needs her help finding his killer? When the clues lead Amelia to the dark side of Charleston, there, amid witchcraft and black magic awaits John Devlin, a haunted police detective Amelia knows she should only love from afar. Will she once again break the rules…or her heart?
Hardcover Book : 352 pages
Publisher: Mira/Harlequin Enterprises ( April 24, 2012 )
Item #: 13-560322
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.79inches
Product Weight: 15.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I loved this book! I got the first one and was barely in to it when I knew I would be looking for more. The Graveyard Queen is creepy and scary. There is also a romantic side to it but even that has a scary link . Once you pick them up you just can't put them down. I eagerly await new installments.
It nice to read a fiction book full of supernatural input but still like it could really happen.I like both types of books but her books are full of excitement.loved to read these books.
I love this series! Every book left me wanting more! Love Amanda Stevens!
Reviewer: s d
All three of these books were so good it was hard to put them down. Amanda's stories cover everything from spooky to romance and everything in between. I look forward to reading more from Amanda Stevens hopefully more from the Graveyard Queen; I just love the romance between Amelia and Devlin!!
Reviewer: Laree W
I really hope we hear more from Amelia!