Cursed Mirror

By Dana Wright

Ever wonder what's on the other side of the mirror...

When an unfortunate haunting goes awry, Breena is sent to live with her Aunt Sinead in her aging mansion. But the shadows living within Wanderly House are more than just specters and spider webs. The locked door at the end of the hall is forbidden, but some secrets are meant to come to light, even with terrible consequences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBTT YA Generations Books
• Release date: May 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781773572291

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CURSED MIRROR

DANA WRIGHT

EBTT YA GENERATIONS BOOKS

CONTENTS

Cursed Mirror

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Preview

Prologue

Chapter 5

Where to find Dana

Books To Watch For

About the Author

Cursed Mirror

Copyright ©2020 Dana Wright

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CURSED MIRROR

Ever wonder what's on the other side of the mirror...

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When an unfortunate haunting goes awry, Breena is sent to live with her Aunt Sinead in her aging mansion. But the shadows living within Wanderly House are more than just specters and spider webs. The locked door at the end of the hall is forbidden, but some secrets are meant to come to light, even with terrible consequences.

For my husband and furry kids who keep me grounded.

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For Gina who keeps me flying toward the stars.

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One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

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—Emily Dickinson

PROLOGUE

She wove through the revelers, mask concealing her face. Faery lights danced in the treetops, glittering where no man-made light could possibly illuminate. The first time she’d seen his face in the mirror, she was lost. A young man staring at her as if she were the moon. She felt certain her expression must have matched his.

Was he another spirit like the others she found drifting through the halls of the aging mansion?

It would be just like her Aunt Sinead to buy a dusty old mirror because it was haunted. Cursed objects were her forte, after all, and this place must have been the pinnacle of her collection.

Be careful what things you touch, my girl. Just because it looks harmless, doesn’t mean it is, Aunt Sinead had warned her as she walked through the front door the first time, a secretive smile on her face. And keep this with you. Always. She presented her with an iron bracelet as she looked out into the garden, the moon dancing in her eyes.

What is this? Breena fingered the intricate design. Her beast’s curiosity was piqued, and her cat rubbed against the underside of her skin.

Iron. A useful metal. Her aunt paused and glanced down at her. Remember that, my dear. It will save your life one day.

And she did. The bracelet went with her everywhere and as she walked the halls of her new abode, she noticed objects of iron secreted away in each and every room. Wanderly House was a conduit for specters and creatures found only in the gray places between dark and light, and the objects within shared in their ambiguous boundaries.

Did the iron have something to do with it?

She would have to find out.

Her aunt, she decided, was odd. She kept a skillet on her night table. She had iron in the stairwells and iron built into the tables and chairs in the sitting rooms. She’d even had iron gates and fencing put around the property and a special doorknob placed on Breena’s bedroom door.

After a rousing bout of research, the only thing Breena could conclude was either her aunt was afraid of a faery infestation or she just really loved really old-looking stuff.

Aunt Sinead had the sight and recognized Breena took after her, unlike her parents who had fallen victim to angry spirits. Her aunt saved her, pure and simple, and that was never more clear until her first shift under the light of the full