Nightspell by Leah CypessA stand-alone companion novel to the much-acclaimed Mistwood. When Darri rides into Ghostland, a country where the living walk with the dead, she has only one goal: to rescue her younger sister Callie, who was sent to Ghostland as a hostage four years ago. But Callie has changed in those four years, and now has secrets of her own. In her quest to save her sister from herself, Darri will be forced to outmaneuver a handsome ghost prince, an ancient sorcerer, and a manipulative tribal warrior (who happens to be her brother). When Darri discovers the source of the spell that has kept the dead in Ghostland chained to this earth, she faces a decision that will force her to reexamine beliefs she has never before questioned - and lead her into the heart of a conspiracy that threatens the very balance of power between the living and the dead. Published on May 31, 2011 - today!
She couldn’t run. She couldn’t fight. She cleared her throat. “Then whose idea was it?”
The ghosts both looked at her, surprised and -- she hoped -- disappointed. They wanted her terrified. She was, but she shoved it deep and faced them. Diplomacy had never been among her talents, but right now it was her only chance.
“I don’t see how that information is of any use to you,” Jano said.
“I don’t see how our deaths will be of any use to you,” Darri retorted. “Unless you’re trying to give my father an excuse to attack your kingdom.”
“That would be fun,” Clarisse said. “Nothing keeps you sharp like the constant threat of invasion.”
Darri glanced at Varis, who stared at her dumbly, then tried again. “Or are you trying to keep us from taking Callie home?”
“Actually,” Clarisse said, “I thought Callie was going to be with you. I guess we’ll have to take care of her later.”
Rage surged through Darri in a wave of heat, harder to hide than the fear. She forced it down -- forced them both down. She had to think.
Jano went red. “I couldn’t find her.”
“Very convincing, Jano. I’m beginning to suspect you actually like your little barbarian amusement. Do you think she’ll never find out it was you who killed her siblings?”
Jano brushed twigs out of his hair and scowled. “I don’t want her to have to watch. I find it annoying when the living cry.”
“Really?” Clarisse said. “I rather like it.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” Darri said.
“Don’t be.” Clarisse jerked her head at Jano, who pulled a knife from his belt sheath. A silver knife, which he held gingerly by its wooden handle. “I don’t think I’ll be disappointed for long.”
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