NEW YORK TIMES BEST-SELLING AUTHOR. ENTRY #10 IN MERCEDES LACKEY'S CELEBRATED SERRATED EDGE URBAN FANTASY SERIES!
Deeply depressed Olivia, whose parents are divorcing, is ripe for manipulation. And swimming star Blake is looking for someone just like her. Although her friend tries to warn her, Olivia falls for his ploys and accepts an invitation to go to the Adirondack resort camp of Lake Endor with him and his family.
But all is not as it seems at the hundred year old resort. Not only does Olivia discover that Blake is not the guy she thought he was, there is something sinister afoot at the lake.
There is something lying beneath the waters of Lake Endor. Something not of this world.
Will Olivia be drawn under or will she allow true friends to draw her from the lure of oblivion?
About Mercedes Lackey:
"She'll keep you up past your bedtime."—Stephen King
"A writer whose work I've loved all along"—Marion Zimmer Bradley
"With [Mercedes Lackey], suspense never lags..." —Kliatt
"[C]omes together seamlessly. . .an awesome and lightning-paced story: read it on a day when you will not have to put it down."–San Francisco Book Review on World Divided
About Rosemary Edghill:
“Edghill has a chatty, witty style that keeps the action fast-paced.” —USA Today
About the Author
Mercedes Lackey is the New York Times best-selling author of the Bardic Voices series and the Serrated Edge series (both Baen), the Heralds of Valdemar series, and many more. She's the coauthor of the contemporary meta-hero SF series The Secret World Chronicle. Among her popular Baen titles are The Fire Rose, The Lark and the Wren, and also The Shadow of the Lion and Burdens of the Dead with Eric Flint and Dave Freer. She lives in Oklahoma.
Rosemary Edghill is the keeper of the Eddystone Light, corny as Kansas in August, normal as blueberry pie, and only a paper moon. She was found floating down the Amazon in a hatbox, and, because criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot, she became a creature of the night (black, terrible). She began her professional career working as a time-traveling vampire killer and has never looked back. A woman of many, many talents, she’s written more than a dozen novels with Mercedes Lackey.
Read an Excerpt
It was about that time that he realized--more with his gut than his head--that he wasn't where he'd thought he was. But somehow this didn't alarm him at all.
But the appearance of a strange woman around yet another turning did.
She had long silver-blond hair, down past her waist, with a wreath of leaves on it and a long, gauzy sort of pale green dress, and his first thought was--some kind of hippie. But then he saw her eyes--and her ears.
Her eyes were the green of leaves when the sun shines through them--but they were slitted like a cat's. And her ears had points to them.
He felt his jaw drop. No. No, this only happens in the pantos, or the movies.
"Hello, Nige," the woman--lady--oh all right, say it, fairy!--said, in the most musical voice imaginable. "My name is Tariniel. I've been waiting for you."
His jaw dropped a little further. "For me?" he squeaked.
She nodded, gravely.