The Ghosts of Ravencrest (The Ravencrest Saga Book 1) by Tamara Thorne & Alistair Cross

Author:Tamara Thorne & Alistair Cross
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Glass Apple
Published: 2015-09-20T03:00:00+00:00

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After breakfast with Eric and the kids, Belinda went downstairs, hoping to find Grant; she wanted to hear more about the nuns. And she was especially hoping he would be willing to talk about the little girl in red, now that she knew who she was.

But in the kitchen, she found only Phoebe tidying up. Grant had gone into town with Niko Stavros to take care of the marketing. It was still a little early to call the doctor’s office, so Belinda let herself out the kitchen door intending to check out the gardens where she’d seen the man digging. Pausing, she stared up at a tall, gnarled tree covered with fruit. Persimmons! One blushing orb dropped at her feet and she bent to examine it, a pleasant memory of her grandmother giving her sweet persimmons from her backyard tree when she was little. That had always been when they visited for Thanksgiving. But it was only June now. Maybe it’s a different variety.

Her mouth watered as she bent and picked up the fruit, turning it in her hand. A jagged hole teemed with squirming maggots. Stifling a yelp, she dropped the rotten persimmon and brushed a couple of wiggling white larvae off her hand, then walked quickly away.

The sun was bright, the fog a bare mist now, and she approached the trees edging the rear garden where she’d seen the man digging. As she walked, her mother’s ringtone sounded, then a text came in from Randi. Having resolved not to let Momma or her ex-roommate run her life anymore, Belinda turned off the phone without acknowledging either.

She passed the garden nearest her window, admiring the clutch of tall white statues. Out of the five, she recognized Zeus, Bacchus, Persephone, and Demeter. She’d look up the fifth later. She continued on until she arrived at the garden where she’d seen the man digging. There were no signs of disturbance, but it was hard to tell - its edges were so well and recently tilled. But he was past the garden. By the trees. She glanced up at statues of Athena and Apollo. “Did you see anything?”

If they had, the god and goddess weren’t talking, and Belinda stepped past their garden into the woods behind it. The oak and pine were so thick that little sun hit the woodland floor, and she entered the shadows with caution. The ground was covered with pine needles.

Belinda’s uneasiness grew; she felt like she was being watched, but the forest was still and silent except for occasional birdsong. She focused on the woodland floor and finally spotted a sprinkling of fresh soil on top of some of the pine needle carpet. Bending, she swept the needles to the side and saw that, indeed, the ground had been disturbed.

Leaves crunched behind her and she whirled, stifling a scream. Nothing moved. She scanned the trees until her eyes came to rest on something glinting behind the lacy foliage of a juniper. She stared hard. Two glints, like eyes.

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