Kaila Gant
It has almost been a year since Drake’s departure.
Kira misses the company of her fellow vampire and mentor friend; that is, until one summer night when a brief request from Drake arrives. Summoned to Paradise Ridge, Kira joins four of the world’s most powerful vampires on a quest of vengeance for the death of Dagar, brother to the enigmatic Isaiah.
Without deliberation, Kira vows her allegiance to Isaiah and the others, thus setting into motion a mysterious journey with arduous tasks.
What lies ahead?
In a magical, transformed identity, Kira finds the secrets that have been buried for centuries are about to unfold.
Her courage, wit, and power will serve her well in a land where the deathless life takes unpredictable, dangerous twists and friends and enemies are not always what they seem.
Let the silent nights proceed.
Kaila Gant developed a passion for writing at the age of twelve. She began to write her first novel of the Silent Nights series at thirteen. She lives in Western North Carolina with her family. She is sixteen now.
The darkness swallows me whole.
I am sure I hear a requiem. I start to shriek only to smother the vile hymn.
The blood in my body is setting a course towards my heart and I feel exceedingly lightheaded. Some part of me is dying and the other part is about to have its nascence.
Let it consume you Kira. Let it devour what you are.
I resist by all means; I trust my sixth sense.
My muscles throb and my hands sweat. Everything in my body begins to burn.
I cry to the heavens once more. No soul can hear me in this dark place, I decide. But then, the darkness starts to wither.
Luminosity engulfs me in its beauty.
The aroma of salt water awakens me. I feel sand where I am resting.
Slowly, I open my eyes. A full moon beams down on a vast ocean, making such a blissful sight.
I feel as if I’ve just awoken from a nightmare. My whole body aches and I’m breathing very intensely.
Wait a minute, I’m breathing!
I’m inhaling the purest air that has ever graced my lungs.
What has happened to me? Where am I? Did I die? Could this be… Heaven?
I gradually rise to my feet and make my way up the sandy path.
A warm breeze touches my skin and makes me shudder with joy.
The feeling of warmth… it’s been forever.
A hand wraps itself around my mouth. “Kira,” a hushed whisper begins. “Do not scream. It’s Drake.”
