Island of Lost Forevers
Beyond the military barricade they discover paradise unspoiled by modern advances. A sanctuary the travelers believe uninhabited, until they meet the island's enigmatic ruler, who invites them to share the wonders of his bathhouse. Despite their host's generosity, all is not well. Soldiers have abandoned their duties to partake of the island's amenities and Catilen senses a nightmare lurking beneath the paradise.
When a scandal engulfs her companion, Catilen may be forced to reveal her empathic abilities. Worse, neither is sure how long the island will remain on Earth. If they can't solve the riddle in time, they may be trapped wherever the island goes when it vanishes.
Lost in the jungle...
Undeterred by scrapes, scratches, and the tedium of finding her way, Catilen trudged forward, determined to get help for Damian. Concentrate, pendulum, part tree branches, test footing, ease forward, rinse, repeat. She tried to ignore the phantoms dancing on the edges of her vision. Wind in the trees, she insisted, rather than wild animals catching her scent. For a while, she managed to believe it.
Until a patch of gloom followed her under the remains of a toppled tree and across the damp stones bridging a small stream. She tried to dismiss it as paranoia, but the figure wasn’t a figment of her imagination. Stray sunlight reflected in the creature’s eyes, confirming her worst fears.
A shiver tore down her spine as she locked eyes with the hunter. Terror froze the scream in her throat. What are you supposed to do when you come face to face with a tiger? Do you stand your ground or is it one of those play dead scenarios? Surely if she ran, the tiger would give chase. It could be at her throat in a moment.
Without thinking, she backed away. Her feet slid on the water-slick rocks, failing to find purchase. Stumbling sideways, she grabbed a nearby branch, missed, entangled her foot in a thick root jutting from the streambed and tumbled to the ground...