THE FORSAKEN
BOOK TWO: THE HAYLE COVEN INHERITANCE
I honestly didn't have anything against Hong Kong as a home base per se. It was a lovely place, truly, a mix of old and new, of culture as ancient as humanity and as fresh as anything you might find on the cutting edge of tech. A dichotomy of everything that had ever been wrapped up in one big, loud, energetic city on the edge of the world.
The biggest problem was my isolation. I didn't get to walk those streets and hear the chatter of native speaking Chinese or the dialects of a variety of other cultures come to find their fortunes-or lose them-in this amazing place. Instead, I was forced to stand above it all, to look down through the slightly blue-tinted glass of the World Paranormal Council tower, to pretend I wasn't banished across
