"Incubus" hooked me right from the get-go...I loved it."~~Ally Blue, author, Forgotten Song

She ran her hand across the cool muslin sheets, trying to lull herself to sleep. It was so quiet. Too quiet. The little cabin, owned by Steven's uncle, had been built for seclusion. She thought she could hear the small lake, less than a mile away, muddied with recent rains, lapping against its shoreline. And there, there was the distant chiming of hundreds of peepers, tiny little frogs celebrating spring.

And something else.

Something sad and sweet mingling with the soft scents of the new season. A moan. A humming sound. A voice. Yes, that was it, she thought drowsily. A voice whispering in the dark, distant and vague, reminiscent of the ones she'd heard as a child from her parents' bedroom in the small hours. The ones that were forbidden and private and, therefore, irresistible.

The words were unintelligible, but provoked a restless tension in her. They spoke of secrets. Secrets she knew. Secrets long forgotten. Secrets the shadows had kept safe for her. And in the midst of the mumble of hushed sounds, she recognized her name and smiled dreamily as a wafting breeze playfully touched her cheek, blowing warmly in her ear.

"Serafina. Serafina ..."

She giggled at the tickling sensation and snuggled into the nearby pillow.

"Serafina. So soft, so sweet. Open your mouth for me, Sera ..."

The words became distinct, more insistent, and she parted her lips in sleep to answer.

"Serafina. At last, at last ..."

"Raine Weaver has done a superb job with her debut novella and is truly a master dreamweaver. She tightly braids poetic visuals, sensuous erotic passion with a compelling mystery and a liberal dose of magic..." ~Anne Lum/Writers Unlimited