[The Gateway Trilogy 01] - Gateway
Garner, Christina
Garner, Christina
Everybody has their demons... Ember's want her dead.
Ember has always known she doesn't belong in this world, but when she takes matters into her own hands, she winds up in a mental institution.
There she draws the attention of Taren, a mysterious boy with a dangerous secret.
When demons attack and they are forced to flee together, Ember learns her secret might be the deadliest of all.
With a gateway to hell about to open in Los Angeles, Ember must choose--will she save the world... or end it?
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**Review
"I loved, loved, loved Gateway. It kept me up all night, it kept me guessing throughout and stayed on my mind afterward." thatbookishgirl.blogspot.com
"I enjoyed everything about this novel--the strong writing, the believable characters, the captivating plot and the subtle but sweet romance." irresistiblereads.blogspot.com
"I give this book 5 stars out of 5, for the sole reason that I can't give it more." TheWolfsLibrary.blogspot.com
From the Inside Flap
PROLOGUE
In the end, only the Voice remained.
I told you it would be better this way...
I was drifting, floating on something too silky to be water. It was warm, and it penetrated the deepest parts of me.
The Voice was right. It was always right. Everything finally felt soft. My sharpest edges were being worn away, melting into oblivion. I felt like candle wax before it cooled; nothing to do but let the remaining drops of consciousness slide down...
Pain. Where did that come from? How could I feel pain when I didn't have a body anymore?
My throat. It was my throat, being stabbed, or--
Shh...let it go. Let all the pain go. Rest easy...
For a moment I was comforted, the gentle motion of the not-quite-water lulling me, pulling me back to safety.
But I was heaving. Huge, uncontrollable spasms. And then I was vomiting, although that word isn't strong enough. I was erupting. The contents of my stomach spewed from my mouth, my nose. The wetness hit my chest, then my belly, and finally dribbled down my chin. My mouth tasted of charcoal. The warmth receded. The peace went with it. And I knew.
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