EchoesinDeath_AnEveDallasNovel

Begin Reading Table of Contents About the Author Copyright Page Thank you for buying this St. Martin’s Press ebook. To receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters. Or visit us online at us.macmillan.com/newslettersignup For email updates on the author, click here. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillanusa.com/piracy. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. —Alfred, Lord Tennyson A sad tale’s best for winter. —William Shakespeare 1 Was she dead? She felt like a ghost, untethered and insubstantial. Was she floating? Everything around her seemed blurred, faded, and unimportant. Maybe she was blurred, faded, and unimportant while the world moved a......