Devil's Rise (Black Eyed Children) (Volume 2)

She thought she had escaped. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Months have passed since Ruby managed to flee from the demonic children that hunted her in the Yukon wilderness. Still, she can’t shake the memory of their obsidian eyes and the crippling fear that they aren’t really dead. With distance, time, and her new job at a ski resort, she hopes to bury the past and move on. Her days are simple. She works the gondola to send visitors up the ragged mountainside to the restaurant at the summit, and never stays out past dusk. Then a group of skiers mysteriously disappear, and Ruby is forced to break her own rules. Along with her coworker, Tristan, she must wait for the rescue crew. As night descends, stranded on the top of the mountain, a living mist rises, and her greatest fear comes true. Exhaustion, terror, and madness take their toll, and Ruby and Tristan are forced to rely on each other, or perish. But trust may prove to be just as deadly as what is lurking beyond the door. Because the children have survived. And they really want to come in.

From the Inside Flap

Excerpt from Chapter 1 A sudden gust of wind struck the gondola. It rocked the hanging carriage to the side, metal squealing in protest. Under the howl of the chilled air, Ruby could hear the machinery whirl as it carried the carriage closer to the wall of mist above. Her nails dug into the cool vinyl of the bench seat as she tried to fix her gaze on the rubber covered floor. Don't look out the window. She steadfastly followed her own mental advice, but it didn't help. All of the walls were constructed out of thickened glass. It didn't matter where she fixed her gaze. The world beyond was always playing across the corners of her vision. Her heart lurched into her throat as the gondola swung back the other way. The motion gave her small glimpses of the miles of empty air that separated her from the broken shards of rock below. Despite the trembling roll, they continued to steadily climb into the blanket of gray clouds that hid the tip of the mountain. The mist swallowed the gondola carriage. Within a moment, the fledgling morning sun was blotted out by the clouds. It was impossible to see anything beyond the muted haze. All that existed was the bellowing fog the color of slate stone. The rocking increased. The squeal of metal on metal pierced the air. She could feel every bump as the carriage clung to the cable. Her knuckles strained against her skin as she tightened her grip. But it was the notion that she could soon plummet to her death that made fear pump through her like a toxic sludge. It was the sensation of being watched that had settled upon her shoulders the moment she had sat down. With each broken breath, the feeling increased. Her stomach dropped when the gondola hit a supporting post. The structure around her rumbled. She could almost feel a chilled breath ghost down her back, making her skin prickle, like icy fingers tracing down her spine. Gulping down a cry, she whirled around. All that met her gaze was her reflection, mirrored back to her by the glass and shifting fog. Her heart was hammering against her ribs as she studied the fog. For a moment, just the briefest of seconds, Ruby caught a glimpse of obsidian eyes lurking just beyond the glass.

About the Author

Growing up in the endless summer of Australia, Sara Clancy was always fascinated with the macabre. It gave her an opportunity to satisfy her cravings for all things spooky and strange, and indulge in a world of mystery. Currently living near a beach she never visits, she enjoys writing horror, spending most of her pay checks on books, and devotes a great deal of time and energy to fictional characters. She also enjoys talking through movies, but understands that's a private indulgence.

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