Ghosts Of The Dead

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>325 days ago the dead rose.</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>65 days ago my sister disappeared.</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>1 day ago I set off a series of explosions in a desperate attempt to find her.</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Today those explosions brought three men and they don't plan on leaving.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I was surviving on my own with one mission: find my sister. But desperation led me to fire and fire brought </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>them.</em></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Jace watches in silence all restraint and rough edges</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> like he's one wrong touch away from </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>ruining me. Mars</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> is a </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>protective force</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> with a soldier's precision and a mission-driven heart. </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's always followed orders but now he follows me.</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Caspian</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> is a shadow-dweller with </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>sharp eyes and a softer edge he hides from everyone except me.</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Each one pulls me in for different reasons. Each one complicates my world. And each one might be the difference between finding my sister... or falling apart.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now I'm tangled in heat danger and the kind of loyalty that feels like a slow sweet burn. And as the world crumbles around us they're becoming the only thing holding me together.</span></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The dead walk. The living lie. </strong><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And trust might be the most dangerous thing of all because </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>some things once lit don't stop burning.</strong></p>