Charlotte Enright, owner of the local antique shop called "Looking Glass" in Rainshadow Island, and Slade Attridge, the new police chief had met when they were teeangers. Fifteen years later both have come back to the island. Strange and unexplainable are happenning in the mysterious reserve. I liked the two main characters and the secondary ones as well.
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Purchase only authorized editions. Your sense of style is classic. You are about to discover a whole new aspect of the world of Harmony and learn some of the future secrets of the Arcane Society. In the Rainshadow novels you will meet the passionate men and women who are drawn to this remote island in the Amber Sea.
You will also get to know their friends and neighbors in the community of Shadow Bay. I hope you will enjoy the Rainshadow novels. Charlotte Enright heard the insectlike whine of the tiny flash-rock engine behind her and hastily stepped off the pavement onto the relative safety of the shoulder.
A moment later one of the familiar low-powered Vibes that visitors rented to get around on the island careened out of the turn. The driver hit the brakes, bringing the open-sided buggy to a halt beside her.
What are you doing out here all by yourself, Weird Girl? Charlotte recognized them immediately. They had wandered into Looking Glass Antiques earlier in the day, drawn into the shop not because of an interest in antiques but by the rumors that swirled around her aunt. His voice echoed along the lonely stretch of road that led to the Preserve. The laughter of his two companions sent icy chills through Charlotte.
She started walking. She did not look back. Maybe if she ignored the three they would leave her alone. She quickened her pace, walking faster into the rapidly deepening twilight. That weird girl with the glasses who works for that crazy old lady in the antiques store. The words might just as well have been emblazoned on her T-shirt, she thought.
She was pretty sure that just about everyone on the island, with the exception of her friend Rachel, thought of her in exactly those words.
The driver took his foot off the brake and let the Vibe coast slowly alongside Charlotte. Guy back at the bar guaranteed us that if we could get into the Preserve on a moonlit night like this we would see ghosts. Only the locals and the summer regulars were aware that the old strip of pavement dead-ended at the border of the private nature conservancy known as the Rainshadow Preserve. The trio in the Vibe was a familiar species on Rainshadow during the summer months.
The type typically arrived on the private yachts and sailboats that crowded the marina on the weekends. They partied heavily all night long in the dockside taverns and restaurants, and when the bars closed down they moved the parties to their boats.
He wore a pastel polo shirt that probably had a designer label stitched inside. His light brown hair had obviously been cut in an expensive salon. We just want you to give us a tour of the spooky places the guy in the bar told us about. Trying to get into this Preserve is a waste of time.
I need a drink and some weed. She was walking as swiftly as she could. Any faster and she would be running. She was very frightened but her feminine intuition warned her that if she ran the three men would be out of the Vibe in an instant, pursuing her like a pack of wild animals. Someone needs to teach her some manners. But the other two paid no attention to him. Derek brought the Vibe to a stop and jumped out. Garrett followed, and so did the man in the rear seat, albeit with obvious reluctance.
Charlotte knew that she had no choice now but to run. She fled toward the woods at the end of Merton Road.
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