Book 1 of the Born from Death series
Now available in paperback.
Ilona finds out what it means to have a mother who is a modern woman and a father who is a 19th-century gentleman ghost.
She runs from her sheltering mother in order to find the truth, why she’s seeing people who are invisible to everyone else. A mysterious boy named Archer guides her through Brooklyn and introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be her father—though he died in 1890. Ilona must discover not only what she must do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and powerful spirit, but also what it means to be half ghost. She proves what her mother told her—love is stronger than death.
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“I cannot express strongly enough how much you need to read this book, this series, this author.”
~ Christine Lee, NerdGirlOfficial.com
“I read Strong As Death in one gulp. I don’t usually read young adult fiction, but the preview interested me. Kaye writes fiction like poetry, using metaphors and similes deftly, and she keeps the reader turning the pages to see what comes next. I’m looking forward to more of this author’s work!”
~ Nancy Payne, Amazon Reviewer
“This intriguing story takes the reader on a fast-pace journey through the alter-dimension between life and death. Definitely page turning!”
~ Cindy Stein, Amazon Reviewer
Book 2 of the Born from Death series
Now available in paperback.
Will they discover the truth of their ancient connection before it destroys them both?
Ilona continues to struggle with loss, as well as trying to find where she fits in with other people, if she ever really will. She starts taking dangerous risks.
Archer is desperate to protect Illona and discovers more about himself in the progress. When Ilona is in danger of being mauled by a dog, he desperately tries something that shouldn’t be possible. And yet he succeeds.
This is just the beginning of his discovery of who—what—he truly is.
Strong as Death (book 1) excerpt:
Ilona stopped and searched for a way around.
“What are you doing?” a rough voice growled.
Ilona recognized it immediately, even before she registered Archer’s face.
“It’s none of your business what I’m doing,” she said.
He moved closer. “You’re making it goddamned impossible to protect you.”
“You can’t protect me.”
His jaw tightened, and he glared. “What in the hell do you think I’ve been doing?”
“I’m honestly not sure.”
His voice rose. “You’d be lying frozen dead in a gutter right now if it wasn’t for me. You saw what happened in the shelter—you’d have been attacked by now if I hadn’t been around.”
Her tone was quiet, calm. “I know how you scared them away.”
“I told you I have a talent for creating fear. It comes in useful.”
“But you don’t like it.”
He said nothing.
“And I know you’ve been around,” she said.
He raised his eyebrows as if she was being slow.
“Before, you asked me if I was lost,” she said. “You were there—when the car hit me.”
His expression sobered.
She waited for a response.
Finally, he said, “I’ve been around.”
“Will you answer one question? And be honest?”
“I give as much honesty as I can.”
Her lips curved a little. That was perhaps the most honest response he had yet given.
She moved closer, and he backed away.
“No,” she said.
“When you turned the corner and asked if I was lost,” she said, “you leaned your shoulder on the wall. How did you do that?”
His eyebrows pulled together.
“You’re really good at it,” she said. “It took me a while to realize you never actually touch anything, that you stay out of the light, that you don’t get cold, your breath doesn’t come out in puffs in the cold like everyone else’s, you never let anyone close, near enough to realize you have no scent, to feel the static when you get too close.”
He took a step back, almost like in self-defense.
“Don’t try to lie anymore,” she said. “I know what you are.” She moved closer and reached her hand out to touch him.
He stepped back again.
“So, you’re going to continue lying to me,” she said, voice still calm, quiet.
His voice barely made sound. “I don’t want to lie to you.”
“Then don’t.” She moved closer, hand outstretched.
He glanced at her hand, then met her eyes, as if it took all his strength to stand there, not to keep her at a distance.
At the center of his chest, the tips of her fingers felt the static. And then they passed through him.