Writ on Water - Melanie Jackson - Bog

He ne'er is crowned with immortality who fears to follow where airy voices lead... But Chloe wasn't hearing voices; she was having visions. Troops of bloodred Adonis flowers gone feral; a monument of dark granite that seemed more gargoyle than angel, moving and writhing and threatening; these were visions of her upcoming assignment to photograph tombs in Virginia. She had the Sight, just like her Gran, the witch. But Gran hadn't taught her anything about her gift, and Chloe was at a loss. The horrible things she saw: what did they mean and were they real? Could she stop them? She was in a new place with no allies-at least, none that she knew. MacGregor Patrick was charming, but was his kindly nature a charade? His son Rory was handsome as sin, but angelic features could hide diabolic intent. And the rest of Riverview, Virginia-there was no one she could trust, and her enemies wished her dead, vanished, her name... Writ on Water