After two months of revisions, The Shadow Mile embarks this week, (hopefully) better, stronger, and more full of win.
Twelve-year-old Nell Kensington fell asleep, when her mother died.
A deep, dreamless, sleep. The doctors called it a coma. She called it coping. But when Nell woke up a week later, the world was different, or she was. Shadows began to bend the wrong way, the seams of the world glinting on the edges of her sight. One day a shadow peeled itself straight off the wall and fluttered away, like a moth. Even to Nell, this was a bit peculiar.
Sixteen-year-old Lucas Bradley Link lost half of himself, when his sister died.
An inexplicable death, Lucas needed answers. A brilliant student, he turned to books, determined to understand what (or who) stole his sister, Emily, from him. Determined to find a way to bring her back.
Death lost everything, and wants it all back.
Bound to the Shadow Mile, the place between the living world and the one beyond, the reaper can’t shake the feeling that she’s forgotten something. She is beginning to hear voices that might be her own, and a hollow hunger is growing in her bones. She makes a deal with recently departed Lucas, who claims he knows how to set her free. All she needs, he says, is to lure a living soul into the Shadow Mile, and steal their life.
When Nell stumbles into Death’s trap, the three desperate characters collide. Now Nell must confront her mother’s death and her own disconnection if she wants to get out alive.
Enter the dreamlike Mile, where doors are one-way, people are shadows, and when it rains, the sky actually falls. A shifting space where getting out is much harder than falling in, and the price for staying too long is steep. Where the things we’ve lost are never truly gone.
Now, you must excuse me while I go cradle my book deal candle. Oh, you haven’t heard of a book deal candle? Well! A friend of the family works in this new age store, where a woman pours candles for people’s needs. While I don’t possess the standard healthy skepticism, I don’t buy into everything. I wasn’t going to do it, until…my friend got one made and her house, which had been on the market a year, sold the next day. So, I thought, why not, and now I am the proud owner of a book deal candle :p it smells like success and roses and sandalwood.
Lastly, school started today. My last semester. My standards for success have really diminished. I just want to graduate. I want to survive. Nevermind the A’s (couldn’t get them in art if I sold my soul). Just give me freedom.