Prologue I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe in witchcraft either, or Ouija boards, tarot cards, astrology, curses, crystals, second sight, vampires-not any of the whole mumbo jumbo of the "other side." Of course I don't. I'm intelligent, sane, sensible Evie Johnson. Girls like me don't get mixed up in all that crazy paranormal trash.

At least, thats what I would
have said before I arrived at Wyldcliffe Abbey School. But everything is different for me now. I have glimpsed her world, and I can never go back to the girl I used to be.

Imagine a wild, lonely landscape where the moors rise in harsh folds of green and brown and purple.Sheep are dotted here and there on the hillsides, standing patiently im the bitter wind. A few trees have managed to grow, but they look bare and stunted. The moors encircle a bleak little village at the heart of the valley, like the walls of an ancient prison.
Welcome to Wyldcliffe.
This is the place that haunts my past my present an my future.That is , if I still have a future. If he will permit that.If he does'nt destroy me first.
She is by my side, as my sister, but he is in my soul.
He is my enemy, my tormenter, my demon.
He is my beloved.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.08.2010

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