From Linkville Press: Trying to bring closure to her haunted youth, Mary Elizabeth Stroll's past and present converge during a haunting, day-long interview. In Passing is a dark, yet romantic, paranormal tale, which thrusts two adolescent, suicide victims into a haunting afterlife odyssey where they find love and meaning. The journey leads them to intervene in the lives of other distressed young people, all the while amorous feelings grow. The two are then reunited with their lifeless bodies to search for the truth and their lost love. Nine years gone, Mary, now in her early twenties, agrees to an interview with a seminary student, Alex Renteria. Alex is completing his thesis on divine interventions, and near death experiences. Mary recalls her extraordinary afterlife adventure during the course of a daylong interview, which quickly morphs into an equally-haunting, parallel adventure. In Passing flows between first person (narrated by Mary as a youth [Lizzy]) and third person, creating an intense immediacy that will take the reader on a breath-stealing adventure, and race against death; all the while tackling a variety of controversial issues including: suicide, runaways, school violence, abortion, child abuse, substance abuse, etc.
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"In Passing" is a dark, yet romantic, paranormaltale, which thrusts two adolescent, suicide victims into a haunting afterlifeodyssey where they find love and meaning. But that's not all-- after reuniting with her body Lizzy--Mary continues to be followed by death 'til the end!From the Inside Flap:
As promised, I open my eyes to anew dramatic scene. It is cold and sterile here, surrounded by walls of steel.Musty, quiet, and dark is the room where we stand. It must be night where weare, but where are we? I feel an overwhelming sense of gloom in this metalcontainer. The air is thick, and reeks of death. Are we in the future? Iwonder. Have we been transported to some post-apocalyptic safe room?
"Where have we been transported?"to Bart, I ask. "This place frightens me."
Bart hears the apprehension in myvoice. He pulls me close to blanket my fear. He now puts his finger to my lipsand whispers, "Never fear, my love, I will always protect you."
His physical and verbal touchrefreshes my canvas, whitewashing this face of fear. Yet, from the endings ofmy nerves, the tremors from within do not completely subside. The shivers ofdread, I feel, loom just beyond my spinal cord's reach, waiting to pounce atthe drop of a feather.
Bart releases his grip and turnshis attention to this room of despair. And though I feel in dire straits, andin need of his constant, reassuring touch, I must let the scene develop. Bartmust find the reason for our mission at this location. And, I dare say, we haveyet to find the reason for our being together on this extended adventure.
Before he completely disengages,I squeeze Bart's body one last time. I now allow him to uncouple and examinethe room.
Bart walks about the frigid, uncaring, concretefloor. He has that detective look again. I trust he will uncover the place, andreason, for our arrival.
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