I’m Will McCurty. I’m fifteen and I’m my brother’s Keeper.  A Keeper’s part bodyguard, part errand-boy-for-the-dead.

Seth’s a Bridge, a medium. He pulls souls across the veil between the living and the dead.  The trouble is that when a person’s freaked-out enough when they die to defy the laws of nature and stick around In Between, they’re not in a Christmas morning kind of mood when they use Seth to come  back across the veil. 

Homicidal  spirits are just one of the hazards of our job.

Actually, hobby might be a better word to describe BridgeKeeping.

Or maybe destiny.

BridgeKeeping’s no paying gig. We keep hoping that some ghost’ll cross over dying (ha-ha) to tell me that he hid a million bucks under his mattress.

So far, we’re just not that lucky.

BridgeKeeper by L.S. Moore

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