Do you liiike it? I hope so! I like that it has Kami, the Crying Pools, and a SUNSET which implies THE END OF DAYS.
This the back of the book:
Who will be the sacrifice?
Kami has lost the boy she loves, is tied to a boy she does not, and faces an enemy more powerful than ever before. With Jared missing for months and presumed dead, Kami must rely on her new magical link with Ash for the strength to face the evil spreading through her town.
Rob Lynburn is now the master of Sorry-in-the-Vale, and he demands a death. Kami will use every tool at her disposal to stop him. Together with Rusty, Angela, and Holly, she uncovers a secret that might be the key to saving the town. But with knowledge comes responsibility—and a painful choice. A choice that will risk not only Kami’s life, but also the lives of those she loves most.
This final book in the Lynburn Legacy is a wild, entertaining ride from beginning to shocking end.
Unmade is out September 23rd, and I hope more than anything else that you will like the insides. The end of my second trilogy. Am I a grown-up author now? Maybe. Kind of...?
For those who have already seen the cover, I bring you... a snippet.
Unmade is set a couple months after the end of Untold. This is highly spoilery...
When he woke up, he was back in the priest hole, high walls and shadows all around him. He was never going to get out of here again, and he had failed.
Instead of crying or screaming, he focused on Edmund Prescott’s shrunken body, his pale, hanging head and gray profile.
“Hey, buddy,” Jared croaked. “Miss me?”
The sound of his own voice scared him. He turned his face away from Edmund, and laid it against the cool stone surface of the tomb. This didn’t matter, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his face so hard against the wall it felt like his own bones were grinding against the stone.
None of this mattered, and it would all be over soon. He wasn’t going to last long in here. Rob would get tired of trying soon enough, and everyone outside Aurimere must already presume he was dead.
Everyone outside Aurimere would never learn any different now.
She was probably sorry he was dead, but she would obviously rather he died than her little brother. She had Ash now. She would be all right: she would be better than all right, and better off without him.
He had to concentrate on that. These last moments trapped in the dark, trapped with the dead, meant less than nothing. They weren’t even real. They were happening to someone who was already dead. She was real, though, real somewhere out in the world and the light. If he could have wished for anything in his life it would have been for her to be real, and she was. He had heard her laugh on the air and not in his head, that marvelous marveling sound, and seen the tender sacred curve of her face and her mouth. She would not end when he did. He had been granted his wish, he had been infinitely lucky. He could bear this: this did not compare to the gift he had been given.
This did not matter at all.