My name is Amelia Gray. I'm a cemetery restorer who sees ghosts. In order to protect myself from the parasitic nature of the dead, I've always held fast to the rules passed down from my father. But now a haunted police detective has entered my world and everything is changing, including the... read more
“Nestled against the side of a hill and protected by the outstretched arms of the live oaks, it was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone—and often lonely—through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my very own graveyard kingdom.”Amelia Gray
“I had no intention of talking to the press about the grisly discovery in Oak Grove Cemetery. All I wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed and put this night behind me. But a tidy ending was not meant to be. Everything in my world was about to change forever. Including my father’s rules.”Amelia Gray
“And I was attracted to him. I could admit that now, though I would never admit it to Papa. Devlin’s secretive eyes and brooding demeanor were powerful libations to a closet romantic like me. In spite of his modern trappings, he had an old-world air about him. An intoxicating fusion of Byron, Brontë and Poe with a modern twist. And like the fictional creations of the aforementioned, he had a deadly weakness. He was a haunted man.”Amelia Gray about John Devlin
Dusk is a dangerous time for people like me. An in-between time just as the seashore and the edge of a forest are in-between places. The Celts had a name for these landscapes—caol’ ait. Thin places where the barrier between our world and the next is but a gossamer veil.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
One can tell the morals of a culture by the way they treat their dead.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
“Because what the dead want more than anything is to be a part of our world again. They’re like parasites, drawn to our energy, feeding off our warmth.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
I was a Southern girl raised by a Southern mother. Duty and obligation were as deeply ingrained into my psyche as the need to please.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
The graves here were old and decorated in Gullah tradition: clocks set to the time of death, battered lamps to light the way to the afterlife, broken pottery—pitchers, bowls, cups, tureens—to break the chain of death.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Shadow beings are…well, shadowlike and are often accompanied by a malevolent sensation that leads some researchers to speculate they may be demonic in nature.”Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
There was something so primal and hungry about the way he stared down at her…the way their bodies unconsciously strained toward one another as if nothing—not time, not distance, not even death—could ever keep them apart.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Whole sections of the cemetery were covered in white sand to protect against the bakulu, restless spirits that lingered in our world to interfere with the living.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
taphophiles and ghost hunters. But for all my accomplishments and fleeting notoriety, thereHighlighted by 3 Kindle customers
The midnight stars weep upon her silent grave, Dead but dreaming, this child we could not save.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Chapters 1 - 41
Epilogue
Preceded by The Abandoned, and followed by The Kingdom.
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