Kolleen Bookey
About the book
The world survived the Shift.
What waits beneath the lake may be far worse.
When Riley Collins and the Fighters arrive in Clarkdale, Arizona, the abandoned mining town feels wrong from the moment they enter. Ghostly whispers drift through broken streets. Trains appear out of thin air. Storms gather without warning. The earth trembles as if something buried below is beginning to breathe.
What begins as another dangerous mission quickly descends into something ancient and alive.
And Ringo has come to play.
He’s brought his two sons.
But the third has chosen a different color.
As Riley’s diviner instincts, along with four others like her, pull her toward the darkness from Jerome to Tombstone to Clarkdale, from ghost trains to mines, from stone to water, she realizes this evil is unlike anything they have faced before. And somewhere in between, a lake waits. It is older than the Shift, older than memory, and tied to secrets that refuse to stay buried.
Jack Colton will do whatever it takes to keep his team alive, but every step deeper into the darkness tests loyalty, courage, and the fragile line between the living and the dead. With Dragon standing steadfast to protect Riley, even if it costs him his life, the Fighters must confront a force that remembers them all.
Some horrors do not die.
They wait.
And deep below the lake, something is rising.
Inside the Book
Silence stretched.
Then the voice again, joined now by another, higher and almost musical.
“We’re lost. We can’t find our way home.”
The air thickened. The temperature dropped. Their breath turned pale.
Lightning split the sky, washing the playground in white. Riley edged toward the narrow slit in the window.
Two silhouettes stood outside beneath the eaves.
Still.
Side by side.
Heads tilted in perfect symmetry.
Conman leaned just far enough to see. “Kids?”
Lightning flared again.
Their eyes were black.
Not dark.
Bottomless.
Glossy.
Endless.
