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
Contact me: firstname.lastname@example.org