“Kathleen,” he calls, his voice a groan.
There is magic in names. Can she hear him?
“Kathleen,” he calls again, louder.
Behind him, the denizens of Twilight murmur.
“KATHLEEN,” he cries. His anguish batters the shining wall, shifting the starstruck colors from rose and lapis to deep purple and bloody magenta, but it remains inviolable.
Shadowman drops his scythe in the waters. He’ll scream forever, if need be, until the day the walls tumble into the ocean.
“Hey, you.”
Shadowman’s attention whips to the top of the wall some distance down the shoreline to his left. An angel is perched on the edge—fair hair, fair-eyed, skin a soft café. A recent crossing.
“Trade you,” Custo says.
Shadowman has no words.
“You want in or don’t you? Heaven’s no place for me, and I’m not hanging around until they figure it out.” The angel glances over his shoulder.
The murmurs of Twilight grow louder, sharper, but Shadowman pays them no mind. Not anymore. They’ve already done their worst.
“I do,” Shadowman says.
Custo flashes a grin. “Meet me at the wall.”
Shadowman sets foot on the sandy shore, each grain a diamond white sparkle. He peers into the wall of colors and a face appears. Custo’s. Custo raises a hand, and Shadowman mirrors him. They reach for each other across the brink. A touch, a spark…
Kathleen, I come.
Acknowledgments
Tremendous thanks to Leah Hultenschmidt, my editor, for her support and enthusiasm. To Alicia Condon, who made that incredible call one January morning. And to Jessica Faust, my agent, for her expert counsel and a whirlwind week I’ll never forget. Thank you to my husband, Matt, for kicking all obstacles out of the way and reading every word of every version so carefully. To Mom and Dad for love and support, to my awesome sister Deborah, with whom I learned to write, and to the rest of my family for their encouragement and excellent humor. Thanks to Brian Anderson, for his detailed information on weapons and tactical situations. Any mistakes are mine. And of course, to my GNO girls, Jill, Jen, and Jeni. And finally, to my critique partners and the wonderful writers of WriteSpot: Julie Ellis, Jo Gregory, Kathleen Grieve, Tes Hilaire, jj Keller, KC Klein, Lynnette Labelle, Theresa Sallach, Jenn Thor, and Dee Ann Williamson, and to my fantastic beta readers, Kris Tualla and Nora Needham.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to Twilight. No, not that Twilight. This is darker, sexier—part thriller, part fantasy, and part fairy tale. It’s the realm of In Between, where the land of Death crosses over into the world of the living.
I first read Shadow Bound in a writers’ contest, and the haunting opening immediately made me sit up and take notice. I knew right away this was a special book. Who was this mysterious Shadowman, so protective and so dangerous all at the same time? How in the world could any woman survive being hunted by a horde of soul-sucking wraiths? What will it take to end the existence of a brother who has now become a twisted monster? Erin Kellison’s vivid imagination guarantees that you never know what will happen next.
With ghosts, the fae of the Otherworld, and a little Sleeping Beauty thrown in for fun, Shadow Bound is a one-of-a-kind debut that takes romance in fantastically new directions.
And now, let’s slip into Shadow…
All best,
Leah Hultenschmidt
Editor