TENTACLE SANCTUARY
CHAPTER 1
MELISSA
I’m doing my nightly rounds, rain lashing the windows of Blackthorn Lighthouse, when the beam sweeps over the rocks and catches something… wrong. Something huge and glowing and alive.
I grab my slicker and run.
He’s sprawled across the jagged rocks like a nightmare made of starlight. Hundreds of tentacles thick, thin, glowing electric blue and violet twitching weakly. Bioluminescent eyes (dozens of them) blinking up at the sky like he’s asking it why.
His voice slides into my head, soft and ancient and so, so tired.
Help… me…
I don’t think. I just act.
I’m Melissa Ward, thirty-two, keeper of this lonely lighthouse for six years, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
I drag him somehow, God knows how up the spiral stairs, one te
