Excerpt of Trapped In Stone by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

Tristan hadn't seen this coming.

Not this part.

The winged devil with the blood–colored eyes must have been a diversion. A good one, Tristan thought as he was broadsided by a body that hurtled in his direction with the speed and force of a runaway boulder.

The fact that he and Izzy had fallen for the black devil's antics was a kink in the plans, but he couldn't concentrate on that now. Izzy had transformed right in front of his eyes, and he knew this was the true Izzy, at last.

She was glorious, sublime, wild, and outrageously seductive.

She had wings.

Row after row of iridescent, jet black feathers the same color as her sleek, waist–length hair formed fascinating patterns across a huge wingspan. In stunning contrast, her pale skin was completely colorless. The whitest of white. Nearly transparent.

In brief glimpses of her face, Tristan saw features that were extremely thin, with sharp cheekbones and deep–set eyes. Her skin was luminous. Her dark hair flew around her like an aura, like some kind of living shadow. Dangerous, yes. Magnificent for sure. In reality, Izzy was as perfect as all of her former disguises, only more so by a factor of ten.