In the Wake of Death

Gemma Harding is a clairvoyant. She sees the dead and helps cross the souls of those who have departed into the light. Her life is complicated but consistent, as normal as someone like her could ever have. She embraces her calling, determined to help those who cannot help themselves. Then she becomes involved in the case of a young girl's disappearance and she is plunged into the path of a serial killer. Gemma must use all of her wits to defeat him and help solve the case before she becomes a victim herself. As more girls turn up missing the fight to stop the killer becomes more deadly at every turn. Will Gemma be able to help her lost soul and defeat an evil so unimaginable that her very life is on the line? An excerpt from the book: Love is the greatest emotion in the universe. Enduring and irrational, love speaks to the soul, enveloping and consuming in entirety. Sometimes it grabs hold of a person's aura and sinks its teeth in, so strong, and so deep, that nothing can pry it loose. Entrenched. Persistent. Unyielding. The poor soul whose heart is ensnared never has a chance. The fight is already lost. A heart captured. For all eternity. It is perhaps these hearts, these forlorn and forsaken hearts, disconnected in obscurity, that linger the longest in death. If you listen, if you pay attention, if your heart is open enough, you can feel their presence. Even if only for a few fleeting seconds. They beckon you. There is no mistaking that call. Perhaps that is why I feel them. Why I can see them. Why I endeavor to help them. I suffer no delusions of grandeur. I am not unique by any standards. I am not special. But I do have a gift. I see the dead. Or rather, I see their souls. Caught in the in between, the veil that separates life from death, these lost souls roam the earth. Seeking. Hurting. Longing. They linger in shadow and hide in mystery. Only those who are especially attuned to their frequency can ever offer any kind of hope. I am a medium. A clairvoyant. A crosser of sorts. My job, my gift, my ability, is to help those unfortunate souls pass into the next phase. This is my burden. My crutch. I live with the knowledge. I know the truth. I accept it. Embrace it. I have to believe it. Everything I am, all that I have experienced, my fundamental and basic structure, my entire life, is based upon these principles. They guide me. Lead me. Challenge and equip me. Without these truths I am nothing. I do not exist. I am who I am. I have the gift...


Genre: Horror