All the Pretty Ghosts (The Never Alone Series Book 1) (23 page)

“Tell me,” I ordered.

Jet licked his lips, buying himself a few more seconds to change his mind. He studied me but I refused to look away. I would listen to what he said, I would hear it, and I wouldn’t let it scare me away.

That was my promise.

Jet took a breath. “They call him Kostucha, it translates to Death. He is death.”

A collective gasp sounded from the door from the spirits eavesdropping on our conversation. They had largely been quiet while we spoke, just as curious about what Jet had to say as I was.

It only took that one word to rile them all up again.

“Death? What does he mean?”

“He’s just kidding.”

“I don’t think he is. He looks so serious.”

“Kids these days, they’re all too serious.”

“He knows what he’s talking about, you don’t joke about death.”

“What would he know? He’s just a kid.”

“She believes him, it’s written all over her face.”

“So he’s death? So what? We’re already all dead anyway. It doesn’t affect us.”

“What about if it has something to do with what the other boy said before? Maybe it does affect us?”

“I don’t need all this drama, I’m too old.”

“She’s not saying anything.”

“That’s not a good sign.”

No, it wasn’t a good sign. It felt like my world was crumbling apart and no matter how much I grappled to hold onto the edge, my fingers weren’t going to hold.

I stole a glance at Oliver. His clenched jaw and sympathetic eyes told me he was equally as troubled about the news as I was. The realization that whatever secrets Jet held were most likely entwined with whatever was keeping the spirits existing as ghosts was starting to unravel within my thoughts.

The things that affected the dead, affected the living.

One could not exist without the other. For the dead all had to be living once. And all the living would be dead one day.

There was so much I didn’t understand and the task ahead already seemed overwhelming. But I had to do it. Walking away wasn’t an option and that wasn’t going to change.

My future was clear for the first time in a very long time.

I had to deal with Death.

Coming Soon

I am

Neve
r

Alone

Dealing with Death is not child’s play

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Jamie Campbell grew up in the New South Wales town of Port Macquarie as the youngest of six children. She now resides on the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia.

Writing since she could hold a pencil, Jamie’s passion for storytelling and wild imagination were often a cause for concern with her school teachers. Now that imagination is used for good instead of mischief.

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