Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
The desert didn’t whisper.It waited.Out on the edge of Blackwater Mesa, Arizona, the night felt older than the mountains themselves, older than the bones buried beneath them. The Superstitions rose in the distance like jagged gods; their silhouettes carved against a bruised sky.But something was moving out there. Something that didn’t belong and somewhere in that same desert, too close for comfort was Lyra Hale, the archaeologist who’d arrived three days ago with maps, questions, and a stubborn streak that made her dangerous in all the wrong ways. She was digging into the Superstitions, chasing legends she didn’t understand.Legends that would kill her if she got too close.With the Superstition Mountains looming like ancient sentinels behind him, Kai walked into the night toward the threat he’d hoped he’d never face, toward the past he couldn’t bury, and toward the woman who had no idea she’d just stepped into the center of a legend that didn’t stay dead.The desert didn’t sleep and tonight, neither would he.
