Netherworld

Taryn
Flatline. The moment when one life ends and the next begins. That's my cue. And I hate it. Being a banshee is a right pain in the arse. When I'm not ferrying manky old blokes or mental cat ladies through the veil between Earth and Netherworld, I'm training in secret for a war our King denies is coming. But I know better. An army of Lorcan monsters stands ready to breach the walls. If they succeed, the destruction they seek will not be contained to just our world, but to the human world beyond. My only hope is to rely on the aid of a cocky prince with his own agenda. But after a human man captures my interest, will I be able to accept the terms of the prince's aid?

Devlin

Our paths were never meant to cross. I'm meant to live my human life, unaware of the world that exists beyond the veil. I know about death, sure. My own sister's life hangs in the balance, holding my own happiness with it. But when Taryn and I collide, my world flips upside down. Nothing makes sense anymore. There are things I shouldn't be able to see but now can't escape from. Logic tells me to run as far as I can from Taryn and the horrors of her world but my heart screams at me to follow her to the literal ends of the earth. Even if it means my own damnation.