“Subtle horror effectively moves the plot to a chilling conclusion...Ms. Watkins is a true master of terror.”—Amanda Killgore, Eternal Night

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“Not a book where you know instinctively what is going to happen—I loved that… Definitely a recommended read!”—Janet, Fallen Angel Reviews

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…Desma lifted her heavy bag onto her lap. It looked like two squares of worn Turkish carpet, stitched together at the edges. With her yellow claws, she rummaged in its depths until she pulled out something small.

Lu saw it was a tiny gold heart, the size of a locket. Solid, though, and with no loop to hang it from a chain.

“When you go home today,” said Desma, “you will find your sculpture. Cut an opening where the heart would be and place this in there. The sculpture is stone or marble?”

“Just plaster.” Lu turned the gleaming token over in her palm. “Is this real gold? I can’t accept this.”

“You can. You saved my life. I warn you, though, do not sell it for money. It has a special purpose. Use it only as I tell you!”

From the old woman’s tone, Lu felt she’d better take the warning seriously. “Okay. I put it into the sculpture…?”

Desma nodded. “Then wrap up the whole thing and hide it where no one else will see it or touch it. In a few days, the man you have dreamed of will come into your life.”

Lu pondered this with much skepticism. Yeah…and immediately take off with someone better looking!