There are no roads, tunnels, or bridges linking Earth to Beyond. Ships, airplanes, or
rockets can’t transport us there. The only passage is through the Emerald Portal, the gateway
between our two worlds. And the only one who can grant access to the portal is the queen of
Beyond—my boyfriend’s mom.
My name is Cordelia Hammer and I’m a demon. Not the human, teen variety, but an
actual supernatural. My father is the demon sovereign of Paris. Each city has its own council
made up of royal representatives who oversee the supernatural activity of their kind within their
jurisdiction. Currently, I’m apprenticing for King Sebastian, the demon sovereign of London.
As I wondered what Jagger was talking about, digesting his words — Mother insists that
the new fae princess must be born at the palace — a green mist appeared in the corner of the
bedroom of the Seattle hotel suite where Jagger and I were staying.
“I suggest we both throw on some clothes,” Jagger muttered, picking up his black jeans
from the floor. “It would be unfortunate to appear in front of my mother in our birthday suits.”
“Hurry up, Cordelia. We only have a few minutes before we get sucked into that portal.”
“Is that the Emerald Portal?” I looked at it in awe as the mist morphed into a tunnel. I
took a step toward it to peek inside.
“No!” Jagger pulled me back. “Get dressed, please.”
“Into what?” I had no idea what the weather was like in Beyond or whether an audience
with the queen of Beyond required formal attire. Jagger had thrown on his favorite black jeans
and white T-shirt, his black motorcycle jacket in hand.
“Anything,” he said. “Something comfortable. And make sure it’s very warm as it’s
always cold in Beyond—freezing, in fact. I’ll call GRIP in the meantime to let them know that I
won’t be in today.”
GRIP—the Global Retrieval and Intelligence Program—that’s where Jagger worked.
GRIP had been founded following the attacks on the international supernatural communities
during Code Uprising to monitor and curtail any subversive activity. It had become the
authoritative supernatural agency regulating the global communities. Well, except for the
subterranean troll population who seemed to be completely unregulated. Jagger was part of the
GRIP Tactical Combat Force. I was pretty sure that they wouldn’t be happy with him taking a
day off right in the middle of the most critical time in modern supernatural history, with a
noncompliant supernatural moving into the White House. Plus, just days ago, we’d captured
Katerina Miller—the monster responsible for the last spate of global massacres—and were
waiting to question her.
entry to the Oval Office. She attended the right prep schools and right
colleges. She made sure to make all the right contacts, ingratiating herself
into the right circles. But all those rights hadn’t been enough.
bestselling series, the Portal Chronicles, which has attained cult status
within indie literature and become a favorite among teens and adults alike.
Dr. Rose published her first work of fiction in 2010. She now writes full time
and is currently working on her second teen series, the Bonfire Chronicles.
lived in several places, counting London among her favorites. She moved to New
Jersey in 2001. A self-confessed Hermès addict, Imogen enjoys shopping,
traveling, watching movies, and hanging out with her family, friends, and