Circle of Fire: A Damask Circle Book: 1 [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Arthur, Keri
  • Author:  Arthur, Keri
  • ISBN-10:  0440246555
  • ISBN-10:  0440246555
  • ISBN-13:  9780440246558
  • ISBN-13:  9780440246558
  • Publisher:  Dell
  • Publisher:  Dell
  • Pages:  336
  • Pages:  336
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2014
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2014
  • SKU:  0440246555-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0440246555-11-SPLV
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USKeri Arthur, author of theNew York Timesbestselling Riley Jenson Guardian series, has now written more than twenty-five books. She’s received several nominations in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of theRomantic TimesReviewers’ Choice Awards and recently wonRT’s Career Achievement Award for urban fantasy. She lives with her daughter in Melbourne, Australia.One

Madeline Smith didn’t believe in ghosts--not until the night Jon Barnett walked into her life, anyway. Maddie drew her legs up to her chest and held them close. Maybe walked was the wrong word to use; his method of movement seemed more like floating.

Outside her bedroom, the branches of an old elm scraped back and forth across the tin roofing. The wind howled around the old house--an eerie cry that matched her mood of anticipation and fear. Snow scurried past the windows, a stark contrast against the blackness of the night.

It felt oddly fitting to be sitting on her bed, waiting for the arrival of a ghost while an early winter storm raged outside.

Only he insisted he wasn’t a ghost at all.

She tugged the blankets over her knees and wondered if she should stoke the fire with a little more wood. Maybe the heat would keep him away. Or maybe he’d gotten tired of his game and simply forgotten about her. She believed that the desperation in his eyes was real enough; she just didn’t believe that he was real.

Perhaps he was just a figment of her imagination--a last, desperate escape from the loneliness of her life.

The clock on the mantel began to chime quietly, and she turned to look at the time. One-thirty. Maybe he had forgotten about her . . .

“Madeline.”

She closed her eyes, uncertain whether fear or the unexpected pleasure of hearing the low velvet voice one more time had caused the sudden leap of her heart.

“Madeline,” he repeló:

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