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Beyond The Door: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series
Beyond The Door: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series
Beyond The Door: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series
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Beyond The Door: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series

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Beyond The Door is a bridge piece between Revenant and Geist. 

Zoë is trapped in the Abysmal Plane and Dags is little more than a doll with the pages of the Grimoire inside of him scrambled, many of them missing. Zoë and Dags' friends believe the Grimoire is the key to helping Zoë, but first, they have to find the missing pages and put them back, in order. 

But Zoë's mother, Nona, has decided that Dags' body is better kept at the Society house under heavy guard, convinced by her ex-husband, Zoë's father, and Ethereal Virtue, that Dags' half-life would be better used as the key to taking control of the Abysmal Plane.

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Release dateJan 30, 2018
ISBN9781386046820
Beyond The Door: Zoe Martinique Investigation Series

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    Beyond The Door - Phaedra Weldon

    One

    Hi.

    It's me.

    Uhm…I'm not sure if anyone's listening or not. I just felt I needed to talk. I mean…I can talk. In this bubble. Big dark bubble.

    Well it's not really dark. I can see things. I can see them. Looking back at me at times. They pretty much leave me alone…’cause I can't do much. But I know they're there. I used to look back at them, thinking I'd see my dad. But no. He's not there.

    Oh…I just realized you might not know who I am.

    I'm Zoë Martinique. Or I was. I think I still am. It's…it's been a while since I actually used that name. I'm a Wraith, or was…might still be. Those on the other side tell me that after a while, I'll grow strong if I surrender myself to them and seal the borders. I honestly think they're full of shit.

    I know when someone's lying. And let's face it—I'm in the Abysmal Plane. Duh? They're all lying. I know this because they told me my friends were dead.

    They said…Dags…was dead.

    And Joe.

    …and Daniel.

    But they're not. I can still hear them. Feel them.

    They all changed. Just like me

    Dags is a Grimoire…my best friend shoved a big freak'n magic book into his chest to save his life a while back. Fused it to him. So now he's a book…or he's part of a book. I think.

    Joe…well Joe's just Joe. He's a cop. And a witch. A lot like Rhonda. He just doesn't realize his magic's as natural as they come. Instinctual. Boy couldn't build a magic circle if he copied it out of a book—but he could sling a spell—if he tried.

    And there's TC. Or Azrael. That's his real name—the last of the First Borns. The children of the first Phantasm. He slept for a long time, under the power of the second Phantasm, and then he woke when he touched me, and a whole shitload of trouble came out of that.

    TC's a creature of shadow and mayhem, but he has a soul. Like nothing else in the Abysmal essence.

    And Daniel…

    My dearest Daniel changed the most. He's what you'd call…a vampire now. They call themselves Revenants. A First Born, Inanna, Azrael's sister, bonded her essence to his and saved his mind and his body. And now he's immortal, in a sense. He's a part of something greater.

    They're all still there. They didn't die.

    Mom. Rhonda. And even Jemmy.

    Jason's around, but I don't see him enough.

    Oh…see. Right, right.

    I can see. Them. In dreams when I sleep. But sometimes the sleeping and the waking get confused. I know they're trying hard to find a way to get to me, but come on. It's been how long since my father betrayed me and offered me—his only child—as the Phantasm's replacement?

    It's been two months. Or has it been three?

    Four?

    What am I talking about? Keep up. I'm the Big Bad now.

    The third Phantasm of the Abysmal Plane—is me.

    Zoë.

    What's it like to be Queen? Not so great. It's probably like getting all excited to marry the King of England and then find out you have a big allowance, but you can't actually make any changes. You can only dress nice, wave, show up at parties, and never talk to the press.

    It sucks royal fucking ass.

    I want out. More than I want anything else. But I can't get out. There's no door. There are times when I'm drifting, and I can feel them. Feel Joe, and TC, Daniel, and Rhonda, and Dags.

    My dear Dags…

    And I can sometimes see them, and hear them, and look at the world I belong to with their eyes.

    Because I don't dare actually take a look at where I am, or what I look like.

    I'm too freak'n scared to.

    But I'm here…waiting. With no human voice but my own.

    I wanted my daddy to love me.

    He betrayed me.

    I want my life back.

    I want to go home.

    I want my mom.

    To hold me.

    Please…

    Someone

    Two

    Three months After Zoë's disappearance...


    Joe.

    DETECTIVE Joe Halloran leaned slowly to his right, moving his line of sight from behind the corner of a brick building to the group of men standing outside the Buckhead Diner. The diner itself had a reflective surface and blew back any light into binoculars and gunsights. It was just after 10:00 p.m. on a Wednesday, and he knew this wasn't a group of churchgoers settling in for after-worship snacks.

    No, the two men on the right in the expensive black suits and severe haircuts were locals, part of a gang of white-collar thieves. The two on the left, both Asian in light-colored suits, were part of a newer gang operating out of Chamblee, a suburb of North Atlanta, known for its large Asian population. Separately, the set of pairs hadn't accomplished much except the occasional bullying for money.

    But together, these two were responsible for a little girl's death near Chamblee Park. And Joe really hated it when kids were caught in the crossfire. He hated the perps more for actually firing a gun around children.

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