Erica has a secret, a curse she’s been hiding her whole life. And now it’s only a matter of time before her cover is blown.
No longer satisfied to lurk in the shadows, the Lost Souls are seeking dominance over the Earth. Somehow, they have managed to navigate the age-old barriers that have kept them apart from mankind.
Chosen by Time, Erica works with the KeyMaster, Michael Nicholas, to uncover the truth and it quickly becomes apparent that her secret might give them the edge they need. But will they be in time to stop the growing army of Lost Souls?
Welcome to Georgiana Kent’s KeyMaster Chronicles: a diverse world where KeyMasters, quondams, and Færies collide in mankind’s fight for survival. Perfect for fans of epic urban fantasies!
The glare of the light lessened and, blinking quickly, she peered to find a doorway before her. It was made of light that crackled and pulsed like electricity. Through it Erica could see London, but a different London, one with horses and carriages upon its cobbled streets and men and women walking about in smart jackets and top hats, long dresses and warm shawls: the crack that had opened the doorway started at her footfall. Taking her foot away, the light crackled anew. She walked slowly around the side of the monument to look at the street behind it, but there were no horses or carriages or smartly dressed people, just the deserted Embankment. She walked back round to the front of the monument where the doorway persisted to flicker brightly.
Recalling herself, she spun round. “Oh, no…”
Michael was standing stock-still and his eyes were no longer sad but wide with shock.