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Under Lock And Key Iliana didn't feel particularly smothered at Circle Daybreak. Sure, they praised her and treated her like a princess – just like they did the other Wild Power, Jez, but… she didn't exactly mind being kept under surveillance. So long as she got what she wanted – which involved dozens of shopping trips. Not that she was allowed out herself, of course. Someone always went for her. And she ended up getting everything she wanted. Life was tough for the people without blue fire in their veins. Iliana smiled. She didn't mind being kept inside. Sure, before when it was Keller keeping her under a guard unit – that was stressful. B

Chapter Two Connection It wasn't dark for long. The twilight receded and all that was left was… sparks. Roaring and pounding faster than blood. They just seemed to erupt from nowhere and then explode like fireworks. What's… happening…? Lisa felt as if she were awake, as if she herself was in this land of pink and red – this strawberry never-ending horizon. She was walking through it, touching a spark here and there. Her body was fizzing and she felt… alive. An out of body experience almost, as if her mind was detached from its case. So this was what she wrote about. The eternal connection. No. No, this is wrong. This can't be happening. I c

The woods… Ash was lying on the ground. Dead or possibly dying. But Mary-Lynnette hadn't time to think about that. The boy – the wolf – before her was talking. The guy that she used to think was her friend… possibly even a future boyfriend. How crazy she'd been to ever think that… She was fumbling with the cords binding her hands, but all her senses kept feeling was the bark of the cedar tree behind her. Come on… just a little bit more…her fingers were working their way out, sweat helping them shift a little. It had all happened so fast. She'd been tied up by Jeremy, and to have him standing there before her – telling her everything because h

It's so dark here. I'm trapped. Trapped in my own body. Well, I've never felt like this before. The thing is, inside my head I'm wide-awake, but I just can't open my eyes. I can hear, I can think, I can even feel. But I can't cry – Goddess knows I've tried. I can't move either. I can't speak. How long have I been here? Not long. It just feels so long because I keep falling asleep, but I don't always know how long for. Sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes hours. Wait… There. There's the sun on my face. I've been here since yesterday afternoon – I know because I haven't felt the sun before. Unless the windows have been shut. Unless it was r

Chapter Two Infectious The room stank of herbs and sandalwood incense. What did Rashel expect? Thea was pottering around – picking up jars of Goddess-knows-what and waving feathers momentarily over Quinn's unconscious body. Rashel would've laughed. If it had been funny. His hands were icy cold. His touch was like glacier ice as she grabbed his hand for a shed of comfort. As cold as his stare had once been. Rashel bowed her head. Couldn't the witches do anything for him? She wondered. A tear would have rolled down her cheek at that instant, had she not used up all her tears earlier. Eric, Thea's soulmate, stepped into the room. "How is he?"

Occasionally a luminescent pink light bleached the large stained-glass window, but then eventually died back out – leaving the black rose hovering in the window with all its dignity. The mansion would have originally looked grand and elegant – had it not been for the large quantity of partiers going in and out through the front doors. Security had been lax all day – all except for the one nineteen-year-old boy standing watch outside, his brown hair tied back into a small ponytail. Club music poured out through the doors like a light washing out of a refrigerator. The atmosphere bubbled loose, the music soared through the air until the air i

Thea stood in the dark alley, waiting for someone to come. "Where is she?" Thea wondered. It was raining and even though she had three layers on, Thea was begining to get cold. Suddenly a figure apeared at the end of the alley. "Blaise." Thea breathed, in releif. "How are you, sister?" Blaise replied. Thea couldn't contain her enthusiasm and as a result ran into Blaise's arms. She had a grin on her face. "I'm fine, but how are you? It's been so long." "Yes it has. I'm fine, the convent is... interesting." Blaise had a sinister smile on her face. "Same old Blaise." Thea muttered. "Enough about me, what about you?" "Eric and I-" Th