About This Book
A woman with no memory. A secret with lasting implications. When Prudence awakens in a tomb with no memory of her past, she makes a daring escape that quickly places her in harm's way. Rescued by a mysterious woman, she struggles to retrieve her memories and accept the dark urges that soon plague her. Hellish flashbacks of the life she used to live haunt her, but they're not the only threats she has to contend with. As her grip on reality starts to slip away, she plummets into a cycle of self-destruction. Will the truth save her from herself or will it send her spiraling out of control and closer to imminent death?
Excerpt:
Her heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to jump out of herchest. Flashes of brick walls and floorboards mixed with the blind spots in her vision. She struggled to move her limp body across the bloodywooden floor. The stench of death loomed over her. The pain in herbroken leg bones shot up her body like electricity every time she moved. Her surroundings were blurry. The spots were getting bigger. There wastightness in her chest. A figure stood over her and stretched out ahand. She screamed.
Her eyes opened and her body involuntarilyshot up. She hit her head almost immediately. She was shoved back downfrom the impact, hitting the back of her head. She opened her eyes.Darkness was all she could see, and pain spread around her skull. Shewas lightheaded. The air around her was heavy and thick when sheinhaled. It made her feel like she was suffocating. She tried to pushwhatever was on top of her out of the way. When she put her hands infront of her all she felt was stone. She checked all around her,touching the walls on both sides and the one she was laying on. She wastrapped, lying in a stone prison.
She started slamming her fistsagainst the stone on top of her. Her hoarse voice ripped out of herthroat, causing her pain. She screamed for help until her throat feltfilled with broken glass. She couldn't breathe. Her whole body shook.She needed to get out of there. There was no air, no light, no nothing. A faint cracking noise sounded. Her hand rammed through the stone,breaking it into a thousand pieces.
A gust of air shoved its wayin. It calmed her a little. Only faint light streamed down from themedium sized hole at around head level. She reached up, breaking thecracked pieces of stone around the hole, worming her way out. The lightwas blinding.
She inhaled as deep as she could despite the factthe air felt like ice shards stabbing her lungs. She was afraid it wasgoing to escape from her again. Scrambling out of the stone box she satdown on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, shivering. Her mindwas swirling around and around. When she closed her eyes all she couldsee were the bloody floorboards and the shadowy figure.
She satthere, rocking back and forth until she was no longer shaking and herbreath was steady. Her eyes were now somewhat used to the light, and the only thing that hurt was her slowly swelling hand. She looked around.
There were several stone coffins on slabs all around. She was in a mausoleum. She looked down to the one she had burst from. The lid was in pieces,as well some of the sides. But the first name was still legible.Prudence.
No, no, no. I'm not dead. She felt her heart speed upagain. She was out of breath as flashes of a knife holding hand filledher mind. Then she was back on that floor, heart in her throat,desperately trying to get away. Need to get out. Need to run.
