Back Awoken
Chapters (27)
  1. Prologue: Crashing
  2. Chapter One: Colorless
  3. Chapter Two: Clairvoyance
  4. Chapter Three: Convocation
  5. Chapter Four: Consternation
  6. Chapter Five: Contradictions
  7. Chapter Six: Confrontation
  8. Chapter Seven: Conspiracy
  9. Chapter Eight: Contaminated
  10. Chapter Nine: Captivated
  11. Chapter Ten: Chaos
  12. Chapter Eleven: Cleo
  13. Chapter Twelve: Cosmopolis
  14. Chapter Thirteen: Changes
  15. Chapter Fourteen: Castigated
  16. Chapter Fifteen: Confusion
  17. Chapter Sixteen: Cleansed
  18. Chapter Seventeen: Complications
  19. Chapter Eighteen: Crystal
  20. Chapter Nineteen: Crushed
  21. Chapter Twenty: Captured
  22. Chapter Twenty-One: Cataclysm
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two: Cthulhu
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three: Choices
  25. Epilogue: Complete
  26. Acknowledgements
  27. About the Author

“Not all of it.” I glanced to the end of the abstractly shaped pool nearest to us. I knew it must be the deep end, because at that moment I happened to catch Bree doing a colossal cannonball off the diving board there. She almost landed on Vik who was treading water nearby. Everyone laughed and then they started a race to the far side of the pool.

“So what are you reading?” Travis inquired.

I lifted my book, just to show him the cover, but he took it right out of my hand and flipped idly through the pages. “Looks interesting.” He was clearly not in the least bit interested.

I shrugged, playing it cool. “I like it.” No way was I going to tell him that it struck chords in my heart that no other story ever had. A guy like Travis couldn’t possibly ever understand.

“Oh yeah?” His blonde eyebrows rose on his tan forehead and he stood up, taking the book with him.

I pushed myself up when I realized he was heading for the pool. “Hey!”

Travis laughed. “Then you probably wouldn’t like it if I accidentally dropped it in the water.” He pretended to teeter on the edge. “It sure is slippery over here!”

“Travis!” I snapped, leaving the safety of my chair to go after him.

“Whattaya say, Andi? I think one of you is gonna go swimming. You or your book.”

I felt my stomach drop. I’d owned that copy of Phantom since I was thirteen and read it more times than I could even remember. It was battered and dog-eared, sure, but it was a dear old friend to me.

I folded my arms tightly and glared at him. “You’re acting like a child.”

He grinned at me as he wagged the book over the water. “C’mon, just spill it. Why don’t you wanna swim? Afraid your hair will get frizzy?”

“I just don’t like it, okay?”

“How do you know unless you try it?”

“Just stop.”

“C’mon, Andicakes, do it for your precious book!”

I threw down my arms with a groan of frustration and stepped up, reaching around him to try to snatch the book back. I realized an instant too late what a grave mistake I’d made. I felt his thick arm lock around my waist and I gasped, jerking back on instinct. I don’t know if he actually slipped or if he did it intentionally, but either way, he was laughing as the ground disappeared beneath us.

The next thing I knew, we were slamming through the water, and then we were submerged. And I was instantly more terrified than I’d ever been in my life.