By Jennifer Bosworth

"I test to not give it some thought, what I did to that boy."
Seventeen-year-old Kenna Marsden has a mystery.
She's haunted by way of a violent tragedy she cannot clarify. Kenna's prior has stored people-even her personal mother-at a distance for years. simply while she reveals a chum who loves her and lifestyles starts to enhance, she's plunged right into a new nightmare: her mother and dual sister are attacked, and the darkish powers Kenna has struggled to suppress wake up with a vengeance.
On the heels of the attack, Kenna is exiled to a close-by commune, referred to as Eclipse, to stay with a relative she by no means knew she had. There, she discovers a rare new lifestyle as she learns who she relatively is, and the wonders she's in a position to. For the 1st time, she starts off to consider like she belongs someplace; that her poor mystery makes her attractive and powerful, no longer risky. however the longer she remains at Eclipse, the extra she senses there's something menacing lurking beneath its idyllic veneer. and he or she starts to suspect that her new kinfolk can have sinister plans for her...
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The Mother’s physique hit the floor and broke aside like a sculpture made from dirt. Its anima unfold via me. Mania took carry of my mind and that i used to be swallowed by way of a novel desire. Light … Light … mild. Distantly, I remembered what Cyrus had instructed me approximately moth anima being forbidden, simply because while it used to be in you the compulsion to enter the sunshine was once indisputable. every body knew a moth couldn’t face up to a flame, no matter if it'd be its doom. I had regularly been a moth, not able to withstand these issues which could damage me. So this could be my hard-earned finish. I grew to become towards the hearth, realizing on a few point what used to be approximately to ensue yet not able to withstand, simply because i wished this, too. now not the moth a part of me, however the actual me. I walked towards the hearth, prepared for what used to be to return. hearth cleanses, and that i had to be washed fresh of the bad issues I’d performed. this is able to be my sacrifice. The cost for my many sins. i used to be an inch from the licking flames whilst a hand grabbed my arm and the landlord whirled me to stand her. Rebekah’s face was once furious, her as soon as appealing beneficial properties pinched in discomfort. Her epidermis either shrinking opposed to her cranium and melting off of it. Her hair started to fall out in handfuls and her lips pulled tight opposed to loosening the teeth. She used to be getting older, i spotted. getting older speedily now that the divine connection to her goddess was once long past. “Do you know what you’ve performed? ” Rebekah shrieked in my face. The flames referred to as to me. i attempted to show clear of Rebekah, to proceed my direction into the fireplace, yet she dug her fingernails into my hands. “You’ve destroyed every little thing! ” she screamed, her eyes bulging like they have been approximately to pop. The hair rained off her scalp, leaving grey patches of cranium underneath. “We’ll die now. We’ll wither and die, and so will you and your sister! ” “All that lives needs to die,” I informed her. “Even you. ” I shook freed from Rebekah, and her legs buckled backward, bones giving method and snapping like old wooden. She fell to her knees, wailing to the sky, and that i grew to become once again towards the flames. “Kenna, please! Don’t movement! ” The voice was once one I knew larger than the other. It were with me for so long as there have been a me. I regarded again back to work out Erin pulling the blindfold from her eyes. The dizzy smile used to be now not on her face. Her anima excessive had pale speedy. She walked towards me slowly, preserving her hand out as if inviting me to take it. “Remember within the sanatorium, Kenna, whilst I requested you to assert so long to me and also you couldn’t do it? ” I nodded. “I get it now,” she stated, tears shining in her eyes. “I can’t do it both. I can’t say so long to you, so that you don’t get to go away me. Do you listen me? You don’t get to go away me! ” I felt wetness on my cheeks and discovered i used to be crying. the hearth known as to me. i needed it. i needed to be contained in the gentle. nonetheless, i used to be crying and nodding. “Deal,” I acknowledged, my voice so hushed I wasn’t definite she heard it. yet that didn’t subject. I ripped the masks from my face and tossed it into the hearth. i used to be via being the moth. It used to be time to be the flame. I knelt beside my grandmother’s damaged, diminishing physique.

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