An Unkindness of Ravens

Twelve years ago, Alyson wrote the first two books of the supernatural love story about Auden and Lenore, the girl he had loved for lifetimes. 

The second book ended on a cliffhanger--Auden had to leave Lenore to fight the final evil. 

Alyson's readers have been waiting for the conclusion of the trilogy ever since, but she can't write it yet. 

...Auden still hasn't come back for her.

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Excerpt from A Treachery of Ravens

He’s loved her for lifetimes

But she doesn’t remember him in this one

“Who are you?”

“Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

Alyson shook her head, but he knew it was a lie. He knew her somehow.

Disappointment pulled his eyebrows into an ominous V over his dark eyes. “You used to be brave.”

“Fine, maybe I know, but maybe I just don’t care.” She said it in desperation, like a child who thought that if they closed their eyes very tightly, the monster couldn’t really be under their bed. 

Auden laughed softly, the ice in his eyes thawing slightly. He tilted his head and studied her closely, as if he had finally caught her in a light he recognized. “You care,” he said as though it were just a fact and immaterial to him either way. “You always do.”

Alyson burned with frustration and confusion. She took a step closer to the desk just as he slid off of it, straightening to his full height. So much taller than her. So much stronger. She got the feeling he wanted her to know it, too, the same way he projected his emotions when he wanted her to feel them. She balled her hands into fists and fought the urge to plant them in her hips. “Whatever you think you know about me, you’re wrong,” she enunciated slowly and clearly. “All I care about is when you’re leaving town.” 

“Oh, I can tell you that right now,” Auden said, reaching out and hooking his finger underneath the hem of her shirt. Before she could stop him, he pulled it up just high enough to see the red slash across her lower ribs. His eyes leapt to hers, filled with fierce and savage joy, as though he’d just found proof of something. A smile spread across his face instead of the smirk he’d worn before. His voice was tense with anticipation. “I’ll leave just as soon as you’re ready to come with me, Lenore.”