Synopsis

Growing up on the seedier side of London and photographing some of the more gruesome crimes is what gave Raven Mason her hardedge attitude. Nothing could shake her resolve. She moved about the night in silence, taking pictures of crimes as they happened. The gift of sixth sense: the ability to sense a crime before and where it would happen is what made her pictures the most sought after by the media. Her indifference to the victims she photographed suddenly changed the night she witnesses one of the most horrific killings she'd ever seen. A killing that rapidly multiplies and escalates to what London authorities proclaim serial killings. After narrowly escaping an attack on her, Raven begins to have waking nightmares that lead her down a dark road from which she can't turn back.

EXCERPT

                                                                   THE
AWAKENING



                                                                       
PROLOGUE

	

	He stumbled through the cemetery, falling flat on his face in the dirt.
Lifting himself to his knees, he spat out the soil and leaned back on his legs.


	His vision was changing: he could discern miles of tombstones as if it were
daylight, smell the damp wood of the tree barks, the flowers that laid on
graves, the leaves and grass, and the pungent Thames River. The breeze that
rustled softly through the grass was like the roar of a thousand oceans in his
ears: a sound that made him cry out in pain.

	Blood soaked his shirt; his hands were stained with it. His body trembled, but
not from the cold.

	Something scurried past him. He reacted on sheer instinct, snatching it up in
his hands and with a ravage growl sunk his teeth into its warm, furry belly. The
rodent squealed and squirmed until finally going limp in its assailant?s hands.
He suddenly paused and stared at the mangled, lifeless rodent. With a cry of
disgust he threw the creature aside and fell forward retching up the contents of
his stomach into the ground.

	Panting and gasping, he wiped the bile from his mouth with the sleeve of his
shirt. Leaning back on his legs, he lifted his gaze to the moonlit canopy and
shaking his fists, shouted in agony.

	?Rosette! Rosette, what have you done to me??