Jasper Andrews is in over her head. God and the Devil have disappeared from Earth, leaving humanity without hope. Il Separatio, the Entity of Neutrality, tries to restore peace through the intervention of its children, the Order of Vespers. They are tasked with maintaining the balance between light and dark, ensuring that no faction becomes too powerful. They think Jasper is the key to harnessing the power of Il Separatio, protecting the Vespers and maintaining the balance. ---- Eighteen-year-old Jasper Andrews finds herself drawn into this superhuman world when a freak explosion exposes her to groups interested in secret abilities. When her family is killed under unbelievable circumstances, Jasper is the only suspect. She flees police custody and heads to New York City to lose herself in the crowds. Jasper wants revenge, but being chased by the police and superhuman bad guys, slows her down. While she’s in hiding Jasper becomes more volatile; she begins manifesting traces of her siblings’ abilities and begins to lose control. The Order of Vespers has decided she’s too dangerous and too important to leave unguarded and capture her. Before she can escape, the killers strike again, this time taking children directly connected to the Order. Jasper is forced to choose between her vendetta and the lives of the Vespers and humanity.
Elyse Reyes was born and raised in New York City, lived in Los Angeles for eight years, and now resides in South Florida. She is the author of the Vespers Chronicles and Indie Authors Guide to Surviving Conventions. She primarily writes urban fantasy but dabbles in all speculative fiction and a little bit of romance. Elyse loves talking to her fans, so please talk away!
I've never seen my dog's hackles raised, but I've certainly had the experience of being so angry that I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on edge, as if I were all electricity ready to burst.
Maybe there's a big of Jasper in me after all.
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A familiar shift came over me. My skin warmed and, if I were a dog, I’d say my hackles rose. I wasn’t lying and I certainly wasn’t an arsonist.