The Ravenous Dead (Gravekeeper, #2)

by Darcy Coates

The spectre barely resembled a human. Unlike the white-tinted, transparent ghosts from the graveyard, the creature before Keira was a pure sooty black. Its form shifted like ribbons of smoke, billowing and coiling in on itself. Its eyes were dark pits. Its jaw stretched wide, exposing an empty maw that seemed to plunge into eternity.

I thought I was dead. I felt like I’d been torn open. The shade is a very, very long way from harmless, and I still don’t know what the consequences of coming in contact with it might be.