In this book, just like in the first book--for those of you who have read it--I take you on another adventure in the life of Sabrina Strong. My basic motto when I began to write this series was "nothing is as it seems". I hope to keep you poised at the edge. I know you want to know more about Vasyl--you will be reading a little bit about him here.
There is a new neighbor, Bill Gannon--how will he figure into everything? And what has happened to Sabrina's friend, Jeanie Woodbine? Her parents must be frantic about her, since no body has been found.
And don't forget there is still the unsolved murder of Dee Dee Cole and her unborn baby, and some odd business about someone setting fire to certain houses in the area. Are these two things somehow connected?
Then there's that unfinished business between Sabrina and Nicolas, as well as who exactly was behind Jeanie's abduction. Who indeed? Why couldn't Sabrina see the face of the person who abducted her when she had the vision?
Plus there is the business of Sabrina finding out exactly what she is, and gains the prophecy through the medium who happens to be her neighbor Mrs. Bench.
Hmmm. I think I will leave you with a phone conversation between Sabrina and Bill Gannon (new character) today for Teaser Tuesday.
In five strides, I picked up the cordless in the kitchen. When I said “hello” there was a slight pause. I felt some sort of dread fill me, and it was dread with a capital D.
“Sabrina?” The voice was not exactly unfamiliar, but over the phone, it wasn't a voice I knew.
“Speaking. Who is this?” Which really perturbed me because I always knew who was on the other end of the phone. This time I didn't.
“This is Bill . . . from across the way,” he said, his voice sounded a little craggy as though he had just woke up. “You need to get over here. Now.”
“Now?” I said. Again another male telling me what I should do. “Why? What's going on?”
“The portal into the Nether World is opening up. You need to get here, Sabrina. Do not delay.” He hung up before I could question him further.
Perplexed, I stared at the phone. That inkling of dread that I'd had after I'd answered the phone now grew. And after thinking about it, it mushroomed. Something is happening to Mrs. Bench.