About
the Book
Title:
The Demon’s Grave
Author:
E.M. MacCallum
Genre:
Dark Urban Fantasy
When
strange shadows and messages plague Nora's daily life she fears for
her sanity. To escape questions from her family, Nora joins her
friends on a weekend getaway. Despite not liking Aidan Birket, Nora
finds his remote, Victorian house charming. Until they discover the
marble doorway on the third floor and, against Nora's better
judgment, they open it.
Trespassing
into an unfamiliar world called the Demon's Grave, the group face a
charismatic demon and six nightmarish Challenges as punishment. Those
that make it to the end can go home, but those that don't will be his
forever. Friendships are tested, secrets revealed and sacrifices will
be made.
Nora
battles zombies, doppelgängers, eyeless bikers, and the demon—whose
interests are more than just a game of cat and mouse. If it's all in
her head, then it should be easy. But, if not, it means the demon
knows about her sticky past, and the death of her twin sister.
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Author
Bio
E.M.
loves long walks through bookstores, Disney, horror movies/books,
anything supernatural, and researching random facts.
She lives by a lake out in the Canadian wilderness with internet
access, her husband, and a rag-tag band of pets.
"The
Demon's Grave" trilogy came out mid-2015
"Zombie-Killer
Bill" novella will be re-released 2015
If
you'd like to know more, please visit: www.emmaccallum.com
Author Links:
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Twitter
@EMMacCallum: https://twitter.com/EMMacCallum
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Book
Excerpts
Excerpt
#1 (Chapter One)
"Good idea," Phoebe said and changed the
subject. "We should ask Aidan to come."
"Uh, no."
"He's cute."
"He's creepy."
Phoebe rolled her dark green eyes. "You're
irrational."
"And you're pushy." I looked up at her
and flashed teeth in a satisfied grin.
Phoebe sighed. "Touché. So, meet at lunch
tomorrow and we'll figure it out? And, just so you know, Aidan's
coming. Read's already asked him."
I faltered in my step. "Read is
an asshole."
Phoebe grinned. "Told'ja. And we might not
have to look for a place to camp."
Adjusting my backpack on my shoulder I started to
slow as we reached my locker. I noticed Phoebe didn't carry anything
with her. She rarely left the school with more than a few books at a
time. "What do you mean? Did Robin get angry about Whitefish
Lake again?"
Phoebe snorted. "Yes, but that's not it.
Aidan says he has the perfect place."
Aidan Birket was coming. Something about that made
my stomach drop. I never really liked Aidan and not knowing why was
doubly frustrating. He wasn't mean, cruel, annoying, or any quality I
can list that would stretch my dislike beyond instinct. There was
something about him that was just off.
"What perfect place?" I asked, hearing
the edge. I focused on the locker door instead of Phoebe.
"Wouldn't say. I guess we find out tomorrow."
Phoebe leaned against the locker next to mine and stretched her arms
over her head. Her olive tanned stomach was toned to perfection. I
suppose wanting to get into physical education had benefits.
"You do that to make people jealous?" I
asked and tugged down her white t-shirt. "You'll stop traffic."
Already there was an anonymous whistle from the
crowd.
Grinning, Phoebe lowered her arms and jutted her
chin at me. "What's that?"
To my horror, she was looking at my fist. A bit of
paper poked out.
So much for a temporary distraction. "Nothing."
Dismal is the Demon's Grave.
It didn't even make sense. Maybe it was someone with really similar
handwriting and it somehow got stuck in my book.
Unless it wasn't my book.
Students scattered their stuff across the library tables like they
were prepping a picnic. Marly from my media class had been across
from me this afternoon.
Dropping the backpack off my shoulder, it fell
with a thud against the linoleum.
"You okay, Fuller?" Phoebe quirked a
thin, yellow brow.
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered and pulled the
Writing for the Media
book free.
"Are you missing something?"
Flipping the book open I saw my name scrawled at
the top.
My shoulders slumped and hope whistled by. It must
have been a prank. There was no point wasting time thinking about a
stupid note with finals in a few weeks.
"Hey look." Phoebe's swan-like neck
stretched. "It's your book, imagine that," she said flatly.
Part of me wanted to tell her what I'd found but
if she mentioned any of it to my family I'd be wheeled off to the
sanitarium. I wish that were a joke.
Until I could explain the note, I'd have to hide
it.
Slipping the note in my jeans pocket I started
stuffing the locker with books I didn't need. Slamming it shut I met
Phoebe's eyes. "It's nothing," I said, hearing the darkness
in my own voice. "You should go save Robin instead."
Looking past Phoebe I could see the petite former
cheerleader arguing with a handsome, blonde guy from the football
team. Phoebe had pointed him out once or twice. If someone was into
sports, leave it to Phoebe to know who they were.
"That's weird," Phoebe said slowly, eyes
narrowing.
I took advantage of Phoebe's distraction and
slammed my locker shut. "I'll see you tomorrow!" Before she
could speak, I bolted into the streaming crowd.
As much as I adored
Phoebe, she'd never understand the note or my family.
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