"And then I just walk in?"

"You'll know what to do," she said with a slight smile. "Believe me, if they don't want you to come in, you'll know it."

"Okay," he replied, an underscore of apprehension in his voice.

He stood at the gates and gathered his thoughts for a moment, then looking in through the opening at the closely arranged rows of tombs, he began to speak.

"Greetings..." he started hesitantly.

He glanced over at the woman for rea.s.surance but saw that she had her eyes closed, and her lips were moving as she silently greeted the spirits herself.

"Greetings," he began again. He continued speaking aloud though he wasn't quite sure why. "My name is Rowan, and I've come to visit you...for...well, for some very important reasons. I've brought you this token..."

Not quite sure how to proceed, he held his hand out, displaying the coins to the unseen spirits.

The day was pleasant with the temperature resting in the upper fifties. The sun was shining, and there'd been no reason for anything more than a light jacket. Even so, a slight chill ran up his spine causing him to shiver. It lasted only a moment then was immediately followed by soothing warmth that enveloped his entire body. His earlier anxiety was instantly replaced by comfort.

Just as Velvet had told him he would, he knew he was welcome.

"Put the coins over here," she said, placing her own in a receptacle just past the gates.

He followed suit, mimicking her overt motion that made them clatter noisily. He looked to her with a raised eyebrow, and she easily read the unspoken question in his face.

"You want them to hear it," she explained. "They need to know you are actually leaving the gift you promised."

He nodded but remained silent.

"Rowan," she said with a slight smile. "You can talk here. It's okay. Just keep your voice low."

"Okay," he replied. "I just wasn't sure."

"Well, you can. Oh, and in case I forget, don't just walk out the gates. When we leave, we'll say goodbye, thank them, and then back out."

"Back out? Like walk backwards?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You're the expert."

The woman looked up and to the right, pointing as she mumbled something to herself. A second later she took his arm and pulled gently.

"The tomb should be this way, near the back."

They had only been walking for a minute or two, carefully making their way along the narrow paths, when the pain started to intensify. The man stumbled and caught himself as the hard stab drove deep into the base of his skull.

"Are you all right?" the woman asked.

"Something's wrong," he replied, reaching up to rub the back of his throbbing head.

"We're almost there," she told him. "Are you going to be able to handle this?"

He gave her a slight nod. "I have to."

They started forward again, rounding the corner of a large, family tomb, the woman in the lead.

"Someone's here," she whispered.

The man looked up and saw a pet.i.te woman with fiery red hair cascading down to the middle of her back. She was standing with her forehead pressed against the stone of a tomb some thirty-odd yards away.

They stopped dead in their tracks and simply stared.

As if she could sense that she was being watched, the red haired woman pushed back from the tomb and slowly turned to face them.

There was the distance to consider.

And, there were even the oblique shadows from the closely s.p.a.ced stone mausoleums.

But still, the resemblance was beyond uncanny.

At that moment, if Rowan Gant didn't know for a fact that his wife was almost seven hundred miles away in Saint Louis, he would have sworn she was standing there, staring directly at him, with a look of abject fear distorting her face.

A legacy of darkened desires and well-intentioned magick gone awry...

If Felicity is to heal, a forgotten spell must first be broken.

Only then will she be able to meet the darkness on her own terms...

Whether Rowan wants her to or not.

The Miranda Trilogy Continues.

THE END OF DESIRE.

A Rowan Gant Investigation.

Novel number eight.

In the best selling.

RGI Series.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

An active member of the HWA (Horror Writers a.s.sociation), M. R. Sellars is a relatively una.s.suming homebody who considers himself just a "guy with a lot of nightmares and a word processing program." His first full-length novel, Harm None, hit bookstore shelves in 2000 and he hasn't stopped writing since. He says that the biggest adjustment he has had to make with his writing career is coping with the time spent away from his family while traveling on promotional tours. Still, he approaches it with the same humorously deadpan and occasionally acerbic wit that he applies to life in general.

All of the current novels in Sellars' continuing Rowan Gant Investigations saga have spent several consecutive weeks on numerous bookstore bestseller lists as well as a consistent showing on the Amazon.com Horror/Occult top 100.

Sellars currently resides in the Midwest with his wife, daughter, and a host of what he describes as "rescued, geriatric, special-needs felines." At home, when not writing or taking care of the household, he indulges his pa.s.sions for cooking and hanging out with friends.

M. R. Sellars can be found on the web at:.

www.mrsellars.com.

Brainpan Leakage the M. R. Sellars Satire Blog.

www.brainpanleakage.com.

OTHER BOOKS BY M. R. SELLARS.

The Rowan Gant Investigations.

HARM NONE.

NEVER BURN A WITCH.

PERFECT TRUST.

THE LAW OF THREE.

CRONE'S MOON LOVE IS THE BOND.

ALL ACTS OF PLEASURE.

THE END OF DESIRE.

BLOOD MOON.

MIRANDA.

(Available in both print and e-book editions).

Other YOU'RE GONNA THINK I'M NUTS...

(Novelette included in Courting Morpheus Horror Anthology).

MERRIE AXEMAS: A KILLER HOLIDAY TALE.

(Novella).

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