Lost Hope

London 1891. Two boys meet in a foggy, darkened alleyway in London. Poised to fight, they recognise a quality in each other that stays their hands: they're different. Not human. Well, not entirely, anyway. The universe, God, Kismet…something brought them together, forged a bond between them as strong as brothers', and even they know it has to be for a reason.

London Present Day. Daniel and Kayden are cut from the same cloth. Their lives, their histories are so intertwined and tangled together that the last fifty years they've been at each other's throats have seemed like an eternity. For Kayden, it's been a punishment. For Daniel, a painful burden. Now that circumstances have drawn them back to London once more, repairing the bridges they'd once burned to the ground is taking time. Time they don't have.

Farley Hope is used to things going wrong. Epically wrong. A dead mother; a half-brother who recently went on a killing spree and refuses to come out of his room; a friend whose body has been hijacked by a malevolent, powerful being…All of that would be bad enough, but considering her brooding boyfriend hasn't brought up the fact that she agreed to marry him in weeks…her run of bad luck is really starting to take its toll. Things had better start looking up, otherwise her new-found powers are going to be put to use, and there's no guaranteeing what will be getting blown up.

This is where it all began. Where chance meetings set an unstoppable chain of events in motion. How a prophecy came to be realised. How Lost Hope was found.