"D.L. Snow's writing makes my heart sing...When you sit down to read SIREN'S SONG, get comfortable because you'll be glued to the pages until you reach The End!" ~ Sheila Seabrook, Two Time Golden Heart Finalist
"The way D.L. Snow intricately weaves Native American lore and legends with a very accurately depicted western gold town is what truly makes this such an amazing story!" ~ Trip Williams, Author
From the Inside Flap
I rubbed my eyes and sniffed when a shadow passed over me and I spun around. The ghost of Kyle Copeland stood behind me.
I picked up a rock. "Go away!" I yelled and threw the rock at him. It went right through. "Can't you just leave me alone?"
He tilted his head to one side and then nodded once and walked right into the lake until he disappeared. All that was left of him was a nearly imperceptible ripple in the water where he'd vanished
From somewhere across the lake, I heard a soft, hauntingly heartbroken voice singing the same melody, the same words as the song I had written just that morning. Meet me in the Promised Land, where all our dreams come true, meet me in the Promised Land, I'll go first and wait for you...
I whipped my head around to try to catch the source of the voice. But there was no one there. Of course there wasn't. How could anyone know my song?
There was only one explanation. I was going crazy.
My hands shook as I splashed my face with the frigid lake water and then splashed again. After drying my face on the hem of my now wrinkled, cotton dress, I looked down into the disturbed water of the lake. Something was wrong. I cocked my head to one side and then the other trying to figure out what it was.
I slowly reached out to touch the strange reflection with my fingertip.
Instead of my face being reflected in the glassy surface of the water, it was Kyle's. When I frowned in confusion, Kyle smiled. I gasped but before I could scramble to my feet, Kyle's hands--his no longer transparent hands--reached up out of the water and grasped mine, locking me in his grip.
I tried to wrench my wrists free, but he was too strong. His cold, solid flesh held me and drew me forward. Then, in one powerful heave, he pulled me under.