Trevor Watkins is the miracle of the hour; the survivor of an unassisted coma. But he awakes in a strange place, with no memory but one – the smiling face of a woman with jade-green eyes he has a dreadful feeling he’s supposed to hate. Trapped in a living nightmare from which he believes there is no escape, he finds himself face-to-face with a betrayal he can’t help but forgive, and a secret he can’t hide from. Now, the jade-eyed beauty from his past can set him free, if he’s willing to let her step into a world that could take her away from him forever.
“Magic Mirror” – Excerpt from SHADOW WALKER (Project Prometheus, Book #3)–
Red Widow’s fists clenched, driving her French manicure into her palms, as she glared out at the neon-lit night. She wanted that mirror. She was prepared to do whatever it took to make sure the Musir didn’t win, again. Daniel was one of the newer generation of Arachaena. She had to educate him.
“Do you have any idea how important that mirror is?”
His sigh sounded exasperated. “Yeah, I know. It was the inspiration for the tales of magic mirrors throughout European history; even believed to be the legendary mirror through which the Lady of Astolat watched Lancelot. And it unlocks the Portal of Kronos.” When she turned toward him, she saw his grimace. “Aren’t we both a little old for fairytales?”
His sarcasm annoyed her. That was part of what was wrong with this new generation of Arachaena. They were decadent, self-indulgent, and jaded. They didn’t understand the powers of the world, or why they were important.
“It’s no fairytale, Danny boy. And the mirror is more than a mere key.”
He lifted one brow in skeptical attention. “Convince me.”
“Cover that mirror in the blood of a Musir, and it acts as a beacon through the oblivion beyond the Portal. We need it to guide the Great Lord back.”
She turned just in time to see him sit forward, his interest suddenly intent. “How much blood?”
A slow, deadly smile curved up her lips as she moved to the bedside table, and extracted a silver kris knife that glowed with a dim blue-white light. “One of our archeological crews uncovered this on a dig in Greece. It took some work, but we figured out what it’s for.”
“And that is?”
“You shed the Shadow Walker’s life blood onto the mirror’s surface with this knife, and it begins a chain that no power on Earth can halt.”
She stabbed the knife’s point into the table between them, and met his gaze with narrowed eyes. He would do what she wanted. She wouldn’t tell him about the magical lettering said to reside within the mirror’s surface. Or that those letters would become clear in the presence of Ausar’s vessel. That was a secret she planned to keep to herself. Those letters were one part of the key to the Philosopher’s Stone, and the source of everlasting life. The Musir were reincarnates; they hadn’t yet figured out their own history. Aside from that threat, only the Widows and Dimitri Lapinov knew about the truth of the Philosopher’s Stone. And she intended to keep it that way.
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