Dust to Dust

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Not long ago, Scott Bryant would have described himself as an ordinary guy. But one act of heroism has changed his life forever—or at least until the apocalypse occurs. Because the end of the world is on its way.

Suddenly and inexplicably possessed of superhuman strength, Scott finds himself allied with the enigmatic and alluring Melanie Regan in a quest to find the mysterious Oracle in hopes of averting the absolute destruction that threatens....

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Overview

Not long ago, Scott Bryant would have described himself as an ordinary guy. But one act of heroism has changed his life forever—or at least until the apocalypse occurs. Because the end of the world is on its way.

Suddenly and inexplicably possessed of superhuman strength, Scott finds himself allied with the enigmatic and alluring Melanie Regan in a quest to find the mysterious Oracle in hopes of averting the absolute destruction that threatens.

Melanie herself has been falling into trances, sketching terrifying visions of future events—and she wants answers. She knows better than Scott where to look for help, but even she cannot fathom the powers that have thrust them together in an epic battle of good against evil.

The earth itself will soon turn against its inhabitants, and now mortal and immortal must join forces if any are to survive.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Bestseller Graham's new paranormal series, linked to her Alliance books (most recently 2007's Blood Red), gets off to an uneven start. What seems like a chance encounter in a Los Angeles alley is a life-changing moment for Scott Bryant when an old man reveals he is one of 12 incarnated astrological signs who will be called upon as our saviors on doomsday. Further information emerges slowly, and Scott's floundering as he tries to figure out what's going on may frustrate both new and returning readers. Scott and romantic interest Melanie Ryan primarily engage with each other and their foes and allies, leaving the world they're committed to saving as more of an abstract concept, but Graham's compelling nightmare and battle scenes and descriptive romantic encounters are mostly enough to keep the pages turning. (July)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778326540
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 6/30/2009
  • Series: Prophecy Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 1,375,775
  • Product dimensions: 4.14 (w) x 6.68 (h) x 0.98 (d)

Meet the Author

Heather Graham
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written more than one hundred novels, many of which have been featured by the Doubleday Book Club and the Literary Guild. An avid scuba diver, ballroom dancer and mother of five, she still enjoys her south Florida home, but loves to travel as well, from locations such as Cairo, Egypt, to her own backyard, the Florida Keys. Reading, however, is the pastime she still loves best, and she is a member of many writing groups. She’s currently the vice president of the Horror Writers’ Association, and she’s also an active member of International Thriller Writers. She is very proud to be a Killerette in the Killer Thriller Band, along with many fellow novelists she greatly admires.
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"What on earth is that, Mel?" Maggie Canady asked, leaning over to stare at the cocktail napkin on which Melanie Regan had been doodling.

"What is what?" Melanie asked.

She hadn't paid the least attention to what she had been doing, and now she stared down at the napkin. She had flipped it over, so there was no logo to deter the free movement of her pen or mar the pictures she created.

Pictures. Real pictures. Recognizable.

Detailed.

There were four of them, and they were so well situated on the napkin, she might have marked off the corners with a ruler.

The top left corner was very evidently a sketch of a fire, so detailed that the flames almost seemed to move. Even more hypnotic was the sketch on the opposite corner.

It was of a waterfall, forceful, filling the air with spray as it fell to the pool below. There was something wild and even violent about it.

The bottom right corner showed a fiercely blowing wind, sweeping away the cloud cover.

She hadn't even known that the wind could actually be drawn. Not without showing something blowing in it. But what she had put on the paper was the wind. And like the fire and the waterfall, it seemed to have life, to be real and almost tangible.

The bottom left corner showed an earthquake, and it was amazingly realistic. It wasn't a sketch of buildings toppling or a bridge crumbling. It simply showed the ground, but the ground split asunder. Once again, it was almost as if it were happening as she looked at the napkin. Something violent and almost mobile seemed to be captured on the fragile paper.

She set the pen down.

"I didn't know you could draw like that," Maggie marveled.

Melanie clenched her hands in her lap. "Neither did I," she admitted.

Maggie looked at her as if she had just grown a third eye in the middle of her forehead. "Wow," she said.

Melanie waved a hand in the air and forced what sounded like an easy laugh. "I don't think it's such a big deal. They say that we only use about a tenth of our mental capacity at any time. We were talking, and I guess I was distracted, so part of my subconscious mind kicked in or some such thing. Who knows? Anyway, I'm sure I couldn't do it again if I tried."

And she meant that. She couldn't usually so much as draw a stick figure.

She grabbed the beer in front of her and took a long swallow. She realized that she was barely keeping her cool, and that, too, was strange. She had learned long ago how to hide her thoughts and emotions, to play it easy in any given situation.

After all, she'd been around. Los Angeles wasn't actually home for her. She'd spent a lot of time touring Europe, hung out in New York City for a while and lived for many years in New Orleans, which was really home for her. It was where she had found a sense of herself, and where she had made so many good friends. They called themselves the Alliance—and even far apart, they remained close, always ready to help one another out. Maggie was one of those friends, and she couldn't believe she felt uneasy in front of Maggie, who knew everything there was to know about her. But she did feel ill at ease, and all because she could suddenly draw.

Maggie sat back, arched a brow and took a long sip of her own beer. "I would have thought, if you were magically going to become a great artist, you—being you—would have drawn Lassie."

"Very funny," Melanie said.

"Well, you are a fabulous dog trainer."

"Because I know animals respond to positive reinforcement," Melanie said.

"So do people," Maggie said, and set a hand on Melanie's. "Seriously… those are great. Don't look so worried."

"But it's so… strange that I, of all people, could draw something so good," Melanie said.

"I agree," Maggie told her, and that was when Melanie realized her friend was as weirded-out as she was by the whole thing.

They both had their day jobs, but it sometimes seemed that the Alliance, which operated totally beneath the regular radar of humanity, was the most defining force in their lives, one that made them react to even seemingly innocuous events with immediate suspicion. They dealt with the curious, from the slightly uncommon to the absolutely bizarre, which made sense, most of the members being rather unusual themselves. Their titular head, Lucien DeVeau, lived in New Orleans, where it seemed they most often gathered, since New Orleans seemed to attract the peculiar and mysterious. Then again, Melanie reflected, Los Angeles, where she was now living, could be most unusual itself. Back home, most of her friends were in relationships— married, for the most part. Lucien had a wife he adored, Jade, who of course was part of the Alliance, too. For Melanie, it was like having a big family, but she hated being a third wheel, and it did sometimes feel that way when she was back home.

California had become her place. She was used to standing on her own here, at least on a day-to-day basis.

Tonight was supposed to have been just a nice evening out. Maggie had a houseful of children and a boutique that was thriving. Melanie's life was much easier in one sense—no children—but she was extremely proud to be considered one of the finest trainers in the country now, and she traveled extensively to train show dogs, working dogs and just plain pet dogs. She had an affinity for all animals, not just dogs, and she had always seemed to have a special gift for working with them, from hamsters to horses. Training the unruly German shepherds of an A-list movie star had first brought her out here, and she had been determined to carve out a life for herself.

So far, it had been a fine life. And now and then she got really lucky and her friends came out to see her.

She had found her niche. She had a great job. She loved the animals she worked with, and they loved her.

In her own mind, at least, she didn't do half so well with most human beings. She was lucky to have very good friends despite that, though she wasn't quite certain she considered all of them to be human beings. Maggie, however, was definitely very human.

Maggie's home had always been New Orleans, but at least four times a year she took a much-needed break and traveled out to L.A. to spend a few days with Melanie. Her husband, Sean, was a great guy, a police lieutenant working the French Quarter, and though he was very busy himself, he was also a great father. His day job was very important to the Alliance, but he enjoyed getting quality time to bond with his brood when Maggie headed west.

Sometimes a few of Melanie's other friends joined them when they got together, but tonight it was just the two of them, and Melanie was glad of that.

If she hadn't already felt completely unnerved by the drawings, her friend's reaction would have alerted her that something weird was going on. Maggie was taking the drawings very seriously; Melanie could tell by the way her face had drawn taut and her eyes had darkened.

And Maggie always knew these things.

Maggie was a beautiful woman, with deep auburn hair and green eyes; she was down-to-earth and one of the most socially conscious people Melanie had ever met. She adored her own four children and especially loved five-year-olds. They were perfect people then, she had told Melanie once. Old enough to go potty, dress themselves and eat fairly neatly, but too young to have learned hatred or prejudice, and still willing to believe in the word of the adults around them.

"What about six-year-olds?" Melanie had asked her once.

"By that age they start questioning everything you say," Maggie had warned her.

Dogs to Melanie were like five-year-olds to Maggie. They offered up unconditional love. Many were incredibly bright. Most wanted to learn.

Bad dogs, she believed, were like most bad children: created by those around them. But then, that was a personal opinion.

And she was very aware that she was thinking about dogs and children because she was so upset that she had suddenly become an artist.

"How curious," Maggie said suddenly.

"Well, yes, we've established that," Mel said.

Maggie flashed her a smile before growing somber once again. "Think about it. You drew a waterfall. Water. The wind. Blowing wind—or air. Fire. And what seems to be an earthquake. Earth, wind, fire and water."

"Remember Earth, Wind and Fire? Great group," Melanie said.

Maggie flashed her a concerned frown.

"Mel…" she began, then paused.

"What?"

"What the hell is that?" Maggie asked suddenly.

"What?" Melanie asked.

"Can't you feel it?" Maggie asked.

Melanie looked up. They were seated by a gold-fili-greed mirror, and she caught sight of her own reflection. She was surprised to see that she looked so wide-eyed, so lost. She wasn't normally uncertain of anything.

It was the drawings, she knew.

She studied her own reflection: wide blue eyes, hair so blond that her friends teased her about looking angelic. Fair skin. She was tall—even sitting she still somehow looked tall—and that seemed important suddenly. She carried her five-eleven with assurance, and that usually outweighed any suggestion of fragility because of her china-doll coloring.

But at that moment…

There was something in her reflection.

Dread.

"Feel it?" Maggie repeated, and tapped a finger on the corner of the cocktail napkin where Mel had drawn an earthquake.

"It's happening now," Maggie said.

And then Melanie did feel it.

The earth was trembling.

It had started off subtly. Still, she should have felt it, but she hadn't, not until Maggie brought it up.

But it was true. It was happening, slowly at first, barely there.

And then it increased.

Suddenly everyone in the restaurant began to feel it.

People started to talk all at once, panic rising in their voices.

"What the hell is that?" a gruff, heavy-set man demanded.

"Look, the glasses are all shaking!" a woman cried.

A rumbling sound started to rise over the softness of the dinner music playing in the background.

Dishes suddenly crashed to the floor.

"Earthquake!" someone shouted. "Get under a doorframe…. Move!"

Maggie and Melanie just stared at one another.

Because it was true. The rumbling had risen to the decibel level of a freight train rushing through the night. The chandeliers were shaking, the tinkling a strange counterpoint to the roar that was continuing to rise.

A statue near the doorway fell over with a crash.

A young woman let out a terrified scream and jumped to her feet, her chair crashing to the floor. The man with her dove beneath the table.

The woman, in a blind panic, went running toward the entrance.

"Oh, my God!" Melanie said, horrified. "I've got to stop her!"

Maggie caught her arm and tried to stop her.

"Get under the table," Melanie told her, then repeated the warning at the top of her voice as she raced for the door and the young woman who had run right out into the danger of smashing glass and crashing cars.

Outside, it was mayhem. As was so often true with quakes, one side of the street, was a mess. Her side looked almost untouched. In the street itself, cars were crushed and piled everywhere, horns blaring. People were running blindly, shouting in panic. Melanie saw the woman who had raced from the restaurant. She was standing like a deer caught in headlights, right in the middle of the road. Melanie hurried after her just as a Volvo, trying to avoid the crashed car in front of it, nearly plowed into her.

Melanie grasped her by the arm and realized that she was in shock.

"Get back in the doorway… come on!"

She dragged the woman back toward the restaurant, where a busboy, standing in amazement by a support beam, reached for them just as a massive planter started to tumble from the terrace above them.

"Help her, please!" Melanie shouted, shoving the woman into the busboy's arms, then turning to leave. He caught her arm, dark eyes concerned.

"Where are you going? Things are still falling. There could be aftershocks. Please, get back in here!" he shouted to Mel.

"I'm all right," she told him. "I'm… uh, emergency personnel," she lied. She should have felt bad. He was rising to the fore in the midst of disaster, concerned about others.

But she couldn't stay.

And she couldn't explain what was tearing at her.

She had drawn the earthquake. And then it had happened.

She felt responsible.

She told herself that earthquakes were common in California. This wasn't an anomaly.

But this time…

She couldn't help it. She felt responsible.

Alarms were going off everywhere. Glass was shattering, sirens blaring.

Outside the restaurant, Santa Monica Boulevard, with its beautiful shops and quaint air of sophistication, was a disaster. The earth was still rumbling. And then it stopped. Everyone seemed to freeze for a split second, as if time stood still. Another rumble came—along with renewed screaming. A smaller rumble followed a second later, and then everything went silent, unmoving. Melanie had been through a few tremors before, and she knew this wasn't the "big one" scientists had been predicting for years, but it had been a strong shake, and it looked as if it had been centered south of them. Looking around, she could see that most lights in the vicinity were gone, but a glow just a few streets over told her that at least part of the city was probably up. She thought about how capricious quakes could be as they spread out from the epicenter, crushing one block and leaving another with crystal curios still standing in their places.

Here, glass and masonry and more lay strewn everywhere.

Some people were staggering around in a daze, others were down, some cut, some screaming. Then came another blast of breaking glass.

This time, it wasn't the earth taking vengeance.

It was a group of hoods.

How anyone had recovered quickly enough from an earthquake to start thinking of looting, Melanie didn't know.

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  • Posted July 5, 2009

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    Close but...

    As the first of four books bringing together unlikely groups of people to stop the end of the world - ala the Mayan Prophecy of 2012 - it was very heavy on the prophecy and weak on the romance. Scott is a regular guy turned super hero to do his part to save the world, Melanie is a vampire turned dog trainer destined to help him. For the first few chapters of the book they didn't even know each others names, when they finally do she is afraid of him - I found this irrational since he saved her life and uh she's the vampire. Predictably enough one kiss is enough to turn it all around and she can't stop slipping into his bed, shower, etc., despite the looming "end of the world" thing hanging over their heads.

    Also in the opening letter from Heather Graham she calls this book a stand alone book. Impossible and misleading and she immediately contradicts this claim by refering to a list of her previous books - going all the way back to 1999 - that you "could" read if you wanted the back story on several characters in this book and series. IE: Lucien DeVeau has a fairly big role in this book, but unless you read When Darkness Falls (under the Shannon Drake pseudonym) you have no clue why he's so important. Maggie and Sean from Beneath a Blood Red Moon also have a part in this book, if I hadn't read their story I'd been looking for their sequel. The little tidbits she gives you about these characters have all the earmarks of sequel building, just enough to wet your appetite for more.

    Will I read the rest of the series? Absolutely. Right after I dig out the other books she mentioned in her letter and refresh my memory on all the back stories.

    More romance building, less fact flinging, and this would have been aces.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2013

    HUNTING GROUNDS

    HUNTING GROUNDS

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  • Posted June 27, 2012

    Where are the sequel books. The second one was promised in 2010

    Where are the sequel books. The second one was promised in 2010 and it is still not out. The one thing I hate is to get involved in a story and no sequel. Would not have started if the promise to publish and release the next books are not honored.

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  • Posted June 27, 2011

    Intriguing storyline

    I purchased the paperback book when it first came out. I enjoyed it and eagerly looked forward to the next books in the series to be released.

    I've read around 8 of Ms. Graham's paranormal books so far, and none of them had the characters that appear in Dust to Dust. Even though I wasn't familiar with the characters in this book, I was able to get the gist of their stories, get a feel for them and even a liking for them. That's one reason I want to read the second to fourth books that are supposed to be in this series - I want to learn more about the people involved in this story. The second reason I want the rest of this series is because the plot is interesting - solve a puzzle, beat the clock, save the day.

    I'll have to read the previous books to find out about the characters of this book.

    I'm not interested in reading any of the new series Ms. Graham's written until this one is completed.

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  • Posted January 10, 2011

    great book, but...

    my boyfriend and i finally found a book we both enjoyed reading. We found it to be very exciting and thrilling, which made it very hard to put down and very easy to read. We were so excited that it was going to be a series, however, the series has turned into a book of one. We were led to believe that there would be four books total, one every year following the first. We are still waiting and its been three years!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2010

    A Good Read

    The beginning of Dust to Dust is a little slow and it takes a little while to get through it. In the end , it's worth it. Once it finally picks up it remains consistant and proves to be a great novel. The majority of the has one exciting event following another. As everything is occuring there is that sense of mystery and a touch of romance. So even when the story is uneventful the characters in the book are trying to figure everything out. Plus, a romance gradually blooms as the stories plot continues. All in all, once you get past the beginning, Dust to Dust is a good rainy day read.

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  • Posted November 2, 2009

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    Heather Never Lets Her Readers Down

    Author Heather Graham is a NY Times best-selling author of more than a hundred novels in the romance and sub-genres of romance. Her books have been on the Doubleday Book Club and the Literary Guild. She's currently the VP of the Horror Writers' Association. She resides in Florida.
    One act of heroism had changed Scott Bryant's life forever. Now, with superhuman powers, Scott has teamed up with the alluring Melanie Regan after both having mysterious dreams about finding a woman known as the Oracle. With prophesies claiming end of days in 2012, both Melanie and Scott need to find the third earth sign to complete their union and stop their part against evil. Because now the mortal and immortal must join forces if anyone is to survive.
    This is book one in The Prophesy series, with four books in total. Though this book stands alone, I don't think I could stand not reading the rest Book two is set for release in July 2010.
    I can't fathom how much research it must have taken to write this fictional book. It delves in to cultures from all over the globe and various religions, as well as prophesies claimed by them. With true accounts, I was most pleased that this book followed an idea that all religions, cultures, mortals, and immortals must come together to save humanity, also claiming that no one is wrong or right, that we all choose to have faith in different ways. This book follows the three earth signs- Virgo, Taurus, and Capricorn- as they fight the first of four battles for earth. I'm fascinated by all the references to twelve also, (prophesies, astrological chart, months, moons). Where this sounds overly eccentric and religious, the book was not. It was a fantasy and/or paranormal romance. A well written one, as Heather Graham rarely if ever lets her fans down. A must read!

    Kelly Moran,
    Author and Reviewer

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  • Posted October 28, 2009

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    First of 4 books

    I have enjoyed Heather Graham's books. This is a 4 part series. I am looking forward in reading the next 3 books.

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  • Posted September 2, 2009

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    Too Far...

    Too far over the top is how I would have to describe this one. I love Heather Graham and look forward to new releases, the combination of suspense, paranormal activity with some romance too, is what I have come to expect but sadly this book doesn't measure up. It was just too over top, far too unbelieveable and the romance just wasn't there. One minute the characters don't like each other and the next they do. With no real romance and the overtop prophecy this book was just a let down. I hope the other books in the series will measure up to what I've come to expect from Graham.

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  • Posted May 30, 2009

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    Fans of the author will appreciate this fine opening act as the author sets the stage for what looks like a terrific saga.

    In Los Angeles, graphic artist Scott Bryant parties with two buddies. After a ton of alcohol they head back to their hotel, only to intercede when an elderly couple is being mugged. Scott gets close to the male victim to see if he is okay, but something odd happens. He abruptly for no known reason has gained super strength. That night, he dreams of a dead zone in which the deceased live.

    Dog trainer Melanie Regan has the same dark nightmares as Scott suffers from. She has an uncanny skill of being able to draw to the minutest detail pending disasters before they occur though she could never draw until recently. They meet and soon travel to Rome in find the mysterious oracle. There the duo unites with Rainier Montenegro to fight a demon. They have taken their first baby steps to prevent the inevitable apocalypse.

    This is an exciting atmospheric romantic suspense urban fantasy that launches a new Heather Graham paranormal series. The story line comes across as realistic though slow due to Scott's struggles to learn and understand what his happening to him and what overall is going on; his plunge into the Graham realm of blood darkness is not easy for him and to a lesser degree for Mel. Fans of the author will appreciate this fine opening act as the author sets the stage for what looks like a terrific saga.

    Harriet Klausner

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