My little brother, Ben, is sprawled inside by the fan, drawing monsters in blue pencil, and I am on the back porch looking up at the stars, all of them haloed by the humid night. I step into the corridor and breathe in the heavy air, and I am nine again, and it is summer. They remind me of smoke-the stale, settled kind-and of storms and damp earth. They remind me of old rocks and places where the light can’t reach. THE NARROWS REMIND ME of August nights in the South.

With stunning prose and a captivating mixture of action, romance, and horror, The Dark Vault delves into a richly imagined world where no choice is easy and love and loss feel like two sides of the same coin. Because of her job, she lies to the people she loves, and she knows fear for what it is: a useful tool for staying alive.įollow Mackenzie as she explores the boundary between living and dying, sleeping and waking, through these two timeless novels, now bound together in this thrilling collection. Now her grandfather is dead, and Mac has grown into what he once was: a ruthless Keeper, tasked with stopping often violent Histories from waking up and getting out. Mackenzie Bishop’s grandfather first brought her here four years ago, when she was twelve years old, frightened but determined to prove herself. The dead are called Histories, and the vast realm in which they rest is the Archive. Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books.Įach body has a story to tell, a life seen in pictures only Librarians can read.

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