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Solving crime isn’t only for the living.
In turn-of-the century New York City, the police have an off-the-books spiritual go-to when it comes to solving puzzling corporeal crimes . . .
Her name is Eve Whitby, gifted medium and spearhead of The Ghost Precinct. When most women are traveling in a gilded society that promises only well-appointed marriage, the confident nineteen-year-old Eve navigates a social circle that carries a different kind of chill. Working with the diligent but skeptical Lieutenant Horowitz, as well as a group of fellow psychics and wayward ghosts, Eve holds her own against detractors and threats to solve New York’s most disturbing crimes as only a medium of her ability can.
But as accustomed as Eve is to ghastly crimes and all matters of the uncanny, even she is unsettled by her department’s latest mystery. Her ghostly conduits are starting to disappear one by one as though snatched away by some evil force determined to upset the balance between two realms, and most important—destroy the Ghost Precinct forever. Now Eve must brave the darkness to find the vanished souls. She has no choice. It’s her job to make sure no one is ever left for dead.
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An exclusive little window into the next phase: here's a sneak peak at the first draft of a scene from The Spectral City sequel, out in fall 2019!
Manhattan, 1899:
Suddenly, Eve was downstairs. Wavering in the parlor, she found herself staring at the bulky telephone box on the wall as if she were expecting a call.
With no memory of how
had she gotten downstairs, she looked down to find that she was in her dressing gown. It’s voluminous layers of satin, silk and lace were synched
tight around her waist.
The
phone rang. But it didn’t, really. A ghost of a ring sounded like a faraway bell. A phantom
ringing, something trying to reach her from the beyond.
She
picked up the receiver. There was a distinct hiss on the line. Breathing.
Eve
wanted to recoil, to drop the bell in terror but a familiar voice began
speaking, as though from a great distance.
“Hello
Eve,” said a gentle voice through the bell, soft, barely audible over a static hiss.
“Hello?”
“It’s
Lily Strand. Remember me?”
Lily
Strand was dead. A deaconess who had ushered Ingrid Schwerin’s spirit onward to
peace, she was a guardian of children’s souls.
“Yes…”
Eve whispered into the bell.
“Come
to the Sanctuary, Eve. I need you to come. For the children. It’s the only way
to make this right. You’ve failed them so you must come now.”
(end of draft excerpt)
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