The
Shadow and Ink Series
Book
One
Nikki
Rae
Genre:
New Adult Dark Paranormal Romance
Date
of Publication: January 15, 2016
Number
of pages: Around 100
Word
Count: 55, 323
Cover
Artist: Nikki Rae
Book
Description:
The
small wooden box is dirty, the size of a human fist, and sealed with
wax. When Corbin takes it upon herself to clean it and break the
seal, a voice she has tried to ignore gathers strength. Shadows play
on the walls at night, and with a family history of mental illness,
Corbin fears the worst. But the voice tells her it is real. That its
name is Six and it will prove it in time.
Drawn
to this mysterious entity, Corbin isn't sure what to believe and the
line between reality and her imagination blurs more every day.
Some
doors should not be opened; can this one be closed?
Excerpt:
A
tap on the window. Something that was too much like a tree branch to
really draw any attention. Then it got louder. I shoved the pillow
over my head, sinking its weight into the cool fabric and throwing
the covers over my head for extra good measure. I almost forgot where
I was until I felt the rough fabric of the blanket that wasn’t
mine. I tried to open my eyes, but I didn’t care enough to exert
the amount of energy it took. Instead, I rolled over, sinking deeper
into the darkness surrounding me.
I
knew somehow that I had slept through all the daily activities,
through group therapy and arts and crafts and TV hour. I knew it was
past lights out and I found myself not caring that it would all be
monitored. I could stay in this room, in this bed forever. Somewhere
between sleeping and waking, between my body and muddy, thick mind, I
heard the voice. I couldn't understand what it said, but it was a
gentle, almost cooing sound, like one a mother would use on a child
who had woken in the middle of the night from a bad dream. But they
were down the hall and too far away to offer me anything.
The
blanket shifted and I couldn't see because my eyes were closed; the
blankets and pillow still covered my head. A moment of quiet, then
the mattress dipped in next to me, in front of me. My heart pounded
in my head, my throat. A second later, the pillow slid from my head,
but I couldn't tell if it was my own doing. My head was too heavy; my
thoughts were too clogged to get one solitary explanation through.
Hush
now, the voice whispered. It was right next to my ear, right next to
me. I'll show you.
Yes.
Show me. Show me how to be insane. Show me how to be just like my
mother. I kept my eyes completely closed.
Corbin,
said the voice. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked the sound of
my name in its tone. I liked how it hit me deep. It was the sound of
sand being blown by the sea on a windy day. It was the feeling of
fingers in your hair as you fell asleep, tangled limbs after a
closely spent night. Softness and hardness of an intimate touch, one
that couldn’t have possibly been delivered by anyone or anything
else.
“Yes?”
I hadn't realized I said the word out loud until my hot breath was
bouncing back at me against the covers. I was afraid my roommate
would hear, but her heavy snoring reassured me.
So
you are with me, it whispered. Each word caressed my face, sent warm
shivers through my skin and into the bone.
I
opened my mouth to say something else, but I couldn't think of
anything; I doubted I would even be able to get the words past my
teeth.
Hushhhhhh,
said the voice. I felt something slightly cold, yet not completely
solid against my waist. It wasn't enough to make me shiver. It wasn't
anything that woke me further from the drugs. My shirt slipped
upward, past my belly button before it stopped.
I
inhaled sharply and turned over onto my back, convinced that I was
half-dreaming and if I switched positions, the dream would change
just as easily.
A
few moments of silence. A few moments of the tapping on the glass,
the rustle of the wind outside as the rain pelted the roof. It lulled
me back into comfort, back into darkness.
My
little crow, crooned the voice. Again, right in my ear, right in
front of my face. It made the blackness behind my eyelids shake,
sprout leaves and take root. My precious petal.
I
was almost unaware of the sheet moving off of me, the blankets
shifting until I heard them rumple into a careless pile on the floor.
My face became warm, the smell of damp dirt in my nostrils, the sound
of static electricity zipping through my brain, setting off synapses
to synapses.
“What
are you doing?” I whispered. But my voice sounded so far away, like
I was standing on top of a very high tower and trying to make my
words heard to people down below.
I
felt my hair being moved from my forehead, then a small, sweet amount
of pressure applied there. Kissing you, my love.
I
liked the gesture. It overrode any logic, any sense of self I could
bring forth from the darkness.
“Why
do you only kiss me at night?” I whispered.
Another
small peck, warm and then cool against my cheek. I am strongest at
this hour. The words slithered around my skin, crawled to the back of
my skull like some creature that had suddenly sprouted legs. And you
are most open to me.
“Open?”
I asked, my head swimming with medication, my eyes glued shut, my
body heavy with sleep that had yet to come.
I
felt the slight breath of an amused, silent laugh. Yessssss, the
voice whispered. Open, my crow.
I
opened my eyes, but I was only met with darkness. I knew that it was
all in my head as the dim room spun around me, but I didn't care. I
didn't want to think about it or what it meant. It was easier to
pretend. If I was the only one who knew, I was the only one who knew
the truth. I couldn't be losing my mind if I was so in control of it.
My review
I discovered Nikkie Rae by accident. I found her Sunshine series for my kindle and I read all three book very quickly. She wrote a great series with characters that had depth. I knew I had found an author worth stalking. *evil grin*When the opportunity to review The Crow Box presented itself, I didn’t hesitate to take it.I am glad I did. The Crow Box is the kind of story that leaves you guessing till the end - and even after it’s over. You’re hoping for one reality, but not quite sure which is real. You’re rooting for the main character, Corbin. But for me I couldn't decide whether I wanted her to get the guy or to be sane. Each scenario had it’s own possibilities and honestly at the end I found myself rooting for her to get the guy. It sounds crazy, but somehow he seems to make sense to her.I really loved this story. If you’ve never read anything by this author I suggest you do. I don’t think you'll be disappointed. The crow box gets 4.5 stars from me!
About
the Author:
Nikki
Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores
human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary
as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary,
romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not
writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with
animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.
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