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PurpleRay Publishing
Category:
Young Adult/Teen
Publisher: PurpleRay Publishing
ISBN-10: 0955019230
Type: Fiction
Pages: 200
Copyright: June 2013
ISBN-13: 9780955019234
Price: $3.32 (eBook)
How would you handle the dead?
After losing his dad, 17 year old Marvin finds he can see and talk to the dead, an inherited 'gift'. Bonus, you might think, but Marvin hates it. It makes him different and he just wants to be 'normal'. He meets Stella in the graveyard that backs onto the house he's just moved into.
'My name is Stella, Stella McCartney. It says so inside my trousers.' (!?!)
A mysterious business card reveals that Stella has lost her memories and all signs point to Moghador, a gateway to hell where a pawnbroker holds the answers.
Excerpt
Marvin threw back the curtains and looked outside. ‘I don’t believe it! Great! Of all the places to move to,’ he said. The old neglected graveyard glared back at him. ‘As always, no one listens to me.’
A shuffling in the room made him turn sharply. The curtains fell back into place silently.
‘Dad!’
‘I listen. I always listen.’
‘You don’t count,’ said Marvin, looking at his father, who was wearing in an ill-fitting dark grey suit. ‘You’re dead! You might have had more say if you weren’t.’
‘I don’t know why she married that insensitive idiot,’ said his dad, trying to pull the jacket sleeve down over the white shirt cuff.
‘Perhaps… because you’re dead?’
‘But she could have done so much better. After all, she’s still got her looks…’
‘Oh, please,’ said Marvin, perching on the bed. He looked his dead father in the eye. ‘That’s just too weird.’
‘Being next to a graveyard. That’s going to be pretty tough…’ said his dad changing the subject.
‘Thanks. I know.’
‘That’s not what I mean, Marvin. You know that.’ His dad sat down on the bed. ‘I’ve tried to teach you everything I know, but you still haven’t found a way of…’
‘I have my sketch pad and pencils,’ Marvin protested.
‘You have a gift and you need to…’
‘No, Dad! I have a curse!’ said Marvin, leaping up. ‘A gift is something nice, something you want.’
‘Denying it won’t make it disappear,’ said Dad. ‘And neither will drawing.’
Dad joined Marvin at the window. ‘Life would be so much easier if you just embraced your special ability.’
Marvin frowned and picked at the loose shreds of wallpaper that clung to the window sill. He fought to remain calm, but this topic was one that had been discussed time and time again, and increasingly often lately. And the outcome was always the same – stalemate.
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