In the aftermath of a brutal tragedy, Jason and Passion are on the run. Marcus is lost beyond reach, and The Hold is in shambles. If that weren't enough, Olivia Black has been taken by the CAMFers to be used as Dr. Fineman's personal lab rat in his merciless quest to uncover the mysteries of Psyche Sans Soma once and for all. But only if he can break her.
They are scattered.
They are devastated.
They are ruined.
Their only hope is Olivia's stubborn determination to thwart her captors and unlock the secrets of her ghost hand before Dr. Fineman can. Will she finally find the strength within herself to embrace the full power of her PSS?
And will it even matter if Marcus has already betrayed her?
Ghost Heart regularly ranks well in Teen Paranormal on Amazon. It sells steadily as the third book in a popular paranormal series. It was also a nominee for the 2014 Cybil Awards.
In the early morning after the Eidolon, dark clouds scudded in, gathering menacingly over Indiana's Shades State Park. The air grew thick, a few fat, distinctive drops plopping into the swirling Sweet Water River. Then, without warning, the world was nothing but a wall of wet, all individuality lost. The sky was the air was the water was the river. It was all one.
The river swelled, kissing its banks, then ravishing them. Blue water churned to white and brown. The sun rose, but no one saw it, and the river valley that ran through the park became a raging flood, every visible surface slick and wild.
Beneath the turbulence, sitting on a stone shelf three feet below the water of a deep pool, something lurked, unmoved by this grand display of nature.
It was a black, round ball, and the ledge it was perched on was narrow, but it balanced easily, resting on its one flattened edge. On its top, a white circle encompassed the symbol for infinity, stamped in black, bold script.
The ball knew nothing. It did not know what it was or why it was there. It did not remember the girl named Olivia Black who had yanked it into existence and tossed it aside. It did not know what to do, or even that it could do anything, other than sit on that submerged rock covering its answer-window ass.
But then the pool at the bottom of the cliff known as Devil's Drop began to swirl. The current grew deeper and stronger, buffeting the ball and nudging it closer to the edge of its ledge.
