The Colour of Death — Elizabeth Davies

“Mad, bad and dangerous to know.”

Olivia Parr doesn't believe her ability to see auras is a gift. It hasn't exactly done her any favours. Quite the opposite, in fact. Having become something of a loner, she tries to avoid people and the glow surrounding them, preferring to view life through the lens of a camera, where she can't see those telltale colours.

But when a rare visit to a theatre ends in death and bloodshed, Olivia's life is about to become considerably more complicated.

During the mayhem, one man stands out, and not just because he seems oblivious to the terrible carnage. The reason? He has no aura.

But everyone has an aura, right?

Everyone.

Except for the dead.

Not only is she fascinated and intrigued by this strange, compelling man, in the aftermath of the tragedy she gains a protector; a man whose aura is deep, dark red �" the colour of blood.