Transcendence
by Katrina Kimball
April 28, 2026
Genre: Paranormal Thriller, Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Rowan Prose Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-961967-80-9
ASIN: B0F711QN1B
Number of pages: 348 pages
Word Count: 85,482
Cover Artist: Rowan Prose Publishing
When a demonic entity seeking revenge starts tormenting her family, a young woman must rediscover their shared past and embrace her own divine power in order to save not only those she loves, but the creature bent on her destruction.
If you asked Alexis Ferelli what her biggest challenges are in life, she’d say it’s parenting her daughter, Luna, running her masseuse practice, and deftly avoiding conversations about marriage with her partner, Jack. At least, that was the case before she attended a séance. Now, the spirits are trying to contact her and there’s a demonic entity in her daughter’s closet.
Determined to find answers, she turns to the psychic from the séance and the spirit world for help. As she dabbles in the hereafter, she not only discovers another dimension filled with angelic guides, magic, and wonder, but also learns the shocking truth of her connection to the creature tormenting her daughter.
As the dark entity grows bolder and sets its sights on Jack as well as Luna, Alexis realizes that to save them all, she has to face the creature she once betrayed to bring it out of the darkness and back into the light.
Fans of Alix Harrow’s Starling House or Neil Gaiman’s Coraline will enjoy Transcendencs by Katrina Kimball.
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Excerpt:
Luna
woke to a tapping sound coming from her closet. She knew closets
weren’t supposed to make tapping sounds. She also knew that’s where
monsters hid, in the back of dark closets or under your bed. Maybe
that’s where aliens hid, too—waiting to catch you in your sleep.
The
silvery light spilling through her parted curtains and pooling on the
floor did little to soften the shadows. Through the gloom, she could see
the outline of her closet. The door was shut. She cast a wary glance at
the windowsill and the visible line of salt that gleamed in the faint
moonlight. The salt was undisturbed, her window still closed against the
night.
Tap, tap, tap.
She ducked under the covers and
scooted to the far side of the bed. Tucked into the corner with her back
pressed against the wall, she peeked out from under the blanket, her
eyes glued to the closet.
Tap, tap, tap. The sound came again, swiftly followed by the soft click of the closet door as it started to inch open.
As
she lay there, huddled in the darkness, too scared to breathe, a tall
shadow, darker than the shades of night in which it had hidden, slowly
stepped forward. Its red eyes reminded her of Aunt Dani’s cawing raven,
the one with eyes like fire that scared you when you walked in the door.
But these eyes were worse. Bright red flames surrounded a pupil an even
deeper shade of red. And they were looking straight at her.
Frozen in fear, she watched as it glided closer, its footfalls silent, its eyes terrible and bright.
“Hello, little doll,” it whispered.
Luna
couldn’t tell if the thing had a mouth, for its entire face was black
except for its terrifying eyes, but she heard the words just the same. A
little voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to move, but
it was too late, the thing was now between her and the door.
She remembered the bowl of salt on the nightstand next to her bed and finding her voice, tried to be brave.
“I am not a doll.”
“Oh,
sweet child,” it sighed as it stepped into the puddle of moonlight,
impossibly tall and darker than the nighttime shadows, “I shall make you
my little doll. That’s all you’ll ever be.”
Its long arms ended
in hooked fingers that looked as sharp as claws. Beneath eyes of flame
ran a jagged slit where its mouth should be, as if someone had tried to
draw a mouth, but had gotten it all wrong.
The scream that had
been building for some time in the back of Luna’s throat finally worked
its way free as the creature reached for her, talons grasping, eyes of
flame leaping in the night.
She lunged for the salt next to her
bed. Flinging the bowl itself at the creature, her eyes widened as it
sailed right through it as if were truly just a shadow. Grains of salt
flew through the air as the bowl shattered violently against the
hardwood floor.
The creature jerked its head in the direction of
her mother’s room and stared, its slash of a mouth widening into a
gaping smile that made her stomach hurt. She could hear her mother’s
footsteps racing down the hall.
Its head swiveled back in her
direction, eyes alight with fire as its hideous smile somehow grew.
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
“I’ll be seeing you little doll,” it whispered as it glided soundlessly back into her closet and snapped the door shut.
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A horror enthusiast and lover of all things mysterious and unknowable, it was only a matter of time before author Katrina Kimball picked up her pen and mashed the paranormal, fantasy, and horror genres into one with her debut novel “Transcendence.” When she isn’t working on a novel or binge-watching shows about Bigfoot, ghosts, or aliens, she’s probably thinking about any one of those three things. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her two children and her adorable Boston Terrier, Beaux.
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