"This is one of those masterly, constructed tales you sit around the campfire giggling with fear. Is it true, can it be true? Well, Sara Clancy makes it true. You feel trapped in the horror with her characters. I read this one in 2 days. Good job Sara!" -Maureen
"I have found another author to read. I am loving these books. A must read. I can't put it down!" - Trish F.
"This series is awesome. I loved every second of it." -Reader
"I enjoyed this book even more than book one. Looking forward to book three." - Sharonme
"Great read. Pick this up, you'll love it!" - Johann G.
"Action packed quick read. Satisfying ending." - Reader
From the Inside Flap
"I'm right in front of you," her disembodied voice replied. "I thought you said you could see."
"You're in the flames," he snapped.
She must have caught sight of the glare he sent her because her next words weren't nearly as excited.
"You really can't see me? It's okay, it's not real. It doesn't hurt."
The sincerity in her voice couldn't compete with the flames that rose as silent pillars reaching the ceiling, or the way the heat burned his eyes and blistered his lungs with every breath. Her hand emerged from the hellish blaze and she coaxed him to take it. Pushing deeper into the agonizing heat of the wall, he shook his head rapidly.
"Okay," she said softly. "Stay right there. I'll take some photographs of this pattern and we'll go."
"I'm okay," she replied instantly. "Just hang tight."
Balling his fists, he stood as much against the wall as his skin could stand. He bit the inside of his cheeks and tried to endure. The flames never weakened and his head was spinning as the heat continued to consume him. His mouth became a dry pit. His heart pounded until he felt each beat hammering against his spine.
"Nicole!" he croaked as his lips began to crack.
"Almost done," she called back, her tone matching his haste but lacking his need.
An iron grip suddenly crushed into his stomach, creating an icy hold around his intestines and twisting him up until he released an anguished cry.
"We need to go," he nearly begged through his pain as the stench of rot filled the space. "Now!"
She came crashing through the flames, all reassuring smiles and the wave of a phone. She hadn't fully left the flames behind before a shadow blackened the fire just beyond her shoulder. A split second later, the horseman rose up behind her, the spinal whip thrashing as it narrowed the distance between them. He bellowed as he darted forward. Seeing his expression, she whirled around, trying to spot what he was looking at. But she couldn't see the figure charging towards her. It grabbed her shoulder. Wrenched her back. Her feet kicked up as she was yanked once more into the inferno. Benton latched on to her wrist but couldn't stand against the pull. His feet sunk into the mud as he was towed towards the flames.
Agony rushed through him as the flames licked across Benton's skin and welled against his palm. He could feel the blisters forming as he hurled himself back. His back slammed against the wall and his knees buckled in. The scent of burning flesh polluted his nostrils as he writhed, gripping his own wrist until the bone felt like it was about to break. The pain was nothing compared to the sensation of his flesh blistering.
The horrific sound of the horseman's voice cut through all of the pain raging within his body. The ghastly, disembodied voice ripped and curled around the first syllables of Nicole's name.