The teenagers of Four Paths must save their home.
Though the Beast is seemingly subdued for now, a new threat looms in Four Paths: a corruption seeping from the Gray into the forest. And with the other Founders preoccupied by their tangled alliances and fraying relationships, only May Hawthorne seems to realize the danger. But saving the town she loves means seeking aid from the person her family despises most – her and Justin’s father.
May’s father isn’t the only newcomer in town – Isaac Sullivan’s older brother has also returned, seeking forgiveness for the role he played in Isaac’s troubled past. But Isaac isn’t ready to let go of his family’s history, especially when that history might hold the key that he and Violet Saunders need to destroy the Gray and the monster within it.
Harper Carlisle isn’t ready to forgive, either. Two devastating betrayals have left her isolated from her family and uncertain who to trust. As the corruption becomes impossible to ignore, Harper must learn to control her newfound powers in order to protect Four Paths. But the only people who can help her do that are the ones who have hurt her the most.
With the veil between the Gray and the town growing ever thinner, all of the Founder descendants must put their grievances with one another aside to stop the corruption and kill the Beast once and for all.
But maybe the monster they truly need to slay has never been the Beast…
As I am on the blog tour for The Deck of Omens, the sequel to the fantastic The Devouring Gray, I am lucky enough to have an exclusive extract from the book, which is out now!
May stared down at the all-seeing eye. It was easier to look at the card than her mother’s face. Her hands trembled as rage, hot and heady, swirled within her. Rage for her tree. Rage for her mother, still desperately chasing down the child who could not help her and ignoring the one who could.
Deep in her mind, the pathways spiraled and wound. May felt something unfurling – a path that was hers. Thin and spiky, coiling around itself like a tangled knot of possibilities that could not yet be unraveled.
It pulsed in her mind like a beating heart, and for the first time, May reached for it. She grasped at the tendrils and pulled that path into focus, letting the roots worm their way into her mind. It’s mine, she snarled, at the cards, at Four Paths itself. Whatever happens next belongs to me.
A surge of energy coursed through her, to the card in her hands. It burned white-hot between her interlaced fingers, tracing the maps of old wounds that had long since faded. It was only her sense of self-control that kept her from crying out.
May felt the path lock into place. Felt the card in her hand vibrate – then shift, until the heat on her palms had faded. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She could feel
blood pooling beneath her nostrils and at the rims of her eyes, blurring her vision. When she blinked, crimson splatters appeared on her pajama pants.
“What was that?” Augusta said sharply.
May’s lie was quiet, easy. “The cards had more to tell me.”
But it had been just the opposite. She’d had more to tell the cards – and they had changed. They’d listened to her.
A Hawthorne shouldn’t have been able to do that. But she had.
May flipped over the final card without another word, ready to see her path, ready to accept her future.
Her eyes took in the Crusader – a knight on a horse, reared back to charge, no part of him visible but two fiery eyes beneath his helmet.
Her father’s card.
May already knew that when she looked at her mother’s
face, all she would see was crushing, inevitable disappointment. Augusta would insist it meant nothing, that it was a sign to be ignored.
But May knew better.
Because the Crusader in this context could only mean one thing: She would not be able to fix the hawthorn tree without her father. And if that meant going against Augusta’s wishes, so be it. After all, the Deck of Omens wasn’t her mother’s to command. It was hers.
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