Had this passed to me by a friend that works at Random House. An excerpt from a currently untitled series aimed at today’s teens.
The Banshees shrieked as Weln entered the attic, his ascension up the
rickety stairs flying in the face of their warning. The cadre of ghost
trim floated through floor and ceiling to block his way.“Did you not hear us, adventurer!?” They droned in tandem. “Your
amulet, top hat and tinted wrap-arounds will not save you from
An’Tiam. She cannot be stopped once she is free from her bonds! She is
a descendant of the old ones!”Weln looked the ethereal 3-Set up and down and smirked. He knew this
would be child’s play.“So you’re supposed to be a ghost? Heheheh, ok, ok, ok, cool, cool.”
He forced laughter through his teeth and and stepped toward the lead
entity.“I am the guardian of the chest of Nur’Sabbat, a lost soul given an
order that I am doomed for all eternity to follow!” She moved from her
friends, meeting Weln’s challenge. He’d broken the set before he’d
even begun. He knew now it was time to move the newly formed U1S
(Undead, 1-Set) away from her friends, where he could safely engage in
Iso and Keno.“Well, are you a special kind of ghost then?” Weln pulled his green
Oakley wrap-arounds, imbued with his father’s hook-up magic, down to
the tip of his nose.“Well, I…I mean yes I suppose, wait, what?”
“Just because, I’ve seen a lot of ghosts, and your skin is so fine.
You look as though you got like, no sun, ever. Did you die without a
base tan?”“I am a thousand years old, I do not need a base tan!’
Weln’s mind wandered back to the story his mother often told of how
his father had died, disemboweled by a werewolf who had claimed she
was DTF, but wasn’t. Weln shivered and cleared his thoughts. Focus on
the set!‘No no, you’re right, totally. I mean some people just like to look
that way, I get it. It’s just…”“Just what?”
“No it’s nothing. You’re fine, totally.”
“No, what!? Now you have to tell me!” She said, tucking an errant tuft
of ghost hair behind her ear. Weln reached forward, his hand passing
through hers in a near perfect Keno ping. The blue/green being giggled
at the sensation. Booya, Weln thought.
