Book 3 of 4.
Washington, D. C., 2042. Toby Jameson is accustomed to being overshadowed by his brother Nick, but he doesn't have to like it. While attending the funeral of the First Lady of the United States, he finds a kindred spirit in Andrea Daniels, the President's daughter. When Nick discovers Andrea's supernatural destiny as a latent leader of the Sentinel race, Toby is happy to accept a secret assignment to protect her as she leaves the Armistice Zone, if only to gain a little distance from his relationship with his lover, Layla.
Layla, the leader of the Daywalker race, has had three thousand years to earn her reputation as the Prince of Wrath. Her romance with the strong-willed young Sentinel has been contentious at best, but neither is willing to walk away nor give voice to a deeper commitment. When her protective overtures go awry prior to Toby's departure, provoking them both into frank combat, it seems their relationship is finally doomed. Then a shocking discovery changes everything, casting the very nature of Sentinels and Daywalkers into question.
In the wake of her mother's death, Andrea returns to England to escape the watchful eye of her estranged father. When Toby shows up on her doorstep unannounced, she knows he has a hidden agenda, but is willing to overlook his silence in the spirit of friendship that kindled between them at their last meeting. But nothing stays buried forever, and it's only a matter of time before they find themselves fighting for their lives against both the enemy they know, and a new menace that has emerged from within the virtual world.Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / General
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Toby frowned again as they walked toward the front gates. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
“I read her with my senses open, Toby. I could feel her Gift the moment she touched my hand.”
Toby’s head snapped around to look back at the White House. “Jesus. She’s a Sentinel? Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. And she’s not just a Sentinel; she’s Air latent, and her Gift is probably even stronger than Rory’s.”
Toby inhaled sharply. “Are you saying she’s the Wind of Air?”
Nick nodded. “We’ve been waiting for the Winds to arise in this generation for years. The fact that they haven’t should have clued us in to the fact that they might be residing in the Armistice Zone and just haven’t been exposed to any unshielded Nightwalkers. We know the Wind of Fire has already kindled; we just don’t know who it is. If she’s the Wind of Air, then we need to track her movements so she can lead us to the rest of them.” He sighed. “In every generation, the Winds have always found each other, but individually they’re vulnerable. She needs protection and guidance until she identifies the other Winds, or she’s going to find herself on the front lines of the war without any allies.”
Toby swallowed, working through the implications in his mind. “Are you going to tell her?”
“I’ll tell her father first. Then the shit is really going to hit the fan.” He turned his head to stare directly into Toby’s eyes. “If Daniels is already willing to compromise his principles to protect her, then what will he do when he finds out that she’s going to be at the top of the hit list of every Nightwalker outside the Armistice Zone?”
Translation in progress. Translated by Consuelo Semeão Gonzaga
Already translated. Translated by Luisa Maria Reyes Cortés