Synopsis: The countdown clock reads ten days until the end of the world. The citizens are organized. Everyone’s been notified and assigned a duty. The problem is . . . no one knows for sure how it will end.
Energy-hungry Mages are the most likely culprit. They travel toward a single location from every corner of the continent. Fueled by the two suns, each Mage holds the power of an element: air, earth, fire, metal, water, or ether. They harness their powers to draw energy from the most readily available resource: humans.
Ashara has been assigned to the Ethereal task force, made up of human ether manipulators and directed by Loken, a young man with whom she has a complicated past. Loken and Ashara bond over a common goal: to stop the Mages from occupying their home and gaining more energy than they can contain. But soon, they begin to suspect that the future of the world may depend on Ashara’s death.
Alicia Wright Brewster is a mild-mannered lady of average height and above average paranormal obsession.
By day, she works in an office. At night she is an author, an electronics junkie, and a secret superhero. (Please don’t ask what her superpower is; that’s not very polite.)
In her virtually non-existent free time, she loves to read, watch movies, and eat food. She is particularly fond of the food-eating and makes a point to perform this task at least three times per day, usually more.
A sleek black transport idled just outside, directly in my path. Its capsule-shaped body hovered several inches above the ground, emanating a steady hum. Beyond the tinted windows, a silhouette reclined in the backseat.
I moved to detour around the vehicle. The driver-side window slid down, and an impassive gentleman with hair graying at the temples peered out at me.
I slowed but didn’t stop. “Yes. That’s me.”
“Get in.” The vehicle door slid open. “I’m your Council transport.”
When I hesitated, he repeated his command, this time louder. “Get in.” He pointed upward to the sky. “We have no time to waste.”
I resisted the urge to look where he pointed. Numbers representing the countdown had been continuously projected in the sky for the past nine months—as if we needed a constant reminder other than our comm units.
The weight on my chest lifted a bit when I saw who was in the backseat—my distant cousin and best friend, Rey. We’d grown up together, since our mothers were so close and gave birth to us only two months apart.
“It’s okay, Ash. Get in.” As usual, Rey’s sleek dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His olive-skinned face shone with excitement.
“The trip is forty miles,” the driver said. “Eight minutes. We should arrive at the Council just in time for the morning briefing.”