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WHAT’S IT LIKE TO CHANNEL THE DEAD?

To see them as they were when they breathed their last? Communicate their experiences; help them reconnect with those they’ve left behind; repair the wounds of such untimely deaths?

Brody Whitaker knows—all too well. He’s grown up with these phenomena. What seems at first blush to be an astounding superpower, instead withdraws him into a state of relative isolation, shying away from notoriety—he’s naught but a loner, a pariah in his youth.

WHAT IF YOUR BIGGEST BREAK MASQUERADES AS YOUR ULTIMATE DOWNFALL?

When the opportunity of a lifetime serendipitously falls into Brody’s lap, a series of events thrusts him suddenly into the limelight, triggering a clash with the underworld—both the criminal and the supernatural.

Trapped on a collision course fraught with intrigue and peril, where one wrong move could cost Brody what is most precious to him, he finds himself in the fight of his life against evil forces, each with the same end game: Eliminate the medium!

IS THE BRIDGE TO THE OTHER SIDE TRULY WORTH THE TOLL OF VENTURING ACROSS?
 Devoted father and gifted medium, Brody Whitaker's opportunity at a lucrative career unwittingly turns into a perilous life-or-death clash with both the criminal and the supernatural worlds, threatening to destroy him and those he holds most dear.

Excerpt from Face of the Bell Witch:

Brody nervously waited on the leather couch in the lobby of the television station, hands clasped, thumbs twiddling nonstop. Holy shit! he thought. He felt as though he’d just cheated death somehow—a gun had been pointed to his head mere minutes before! He’d wanted to call Abby’s school after the ordeal, to talk to her, hear the reassuring sweetness of her voice, yet such a notion was reserved for family emergencies only, and doing so might have alarmed her unnecessarily. So he was left to ruminate on the real possibility that he might have never seen his precious daughter again. Thank you, God. Thank you. Thank you.
And while that morning could have proven to be his last, it was also yielding new promise, with not one but two new possible income streams. Yet the latter opportunity—at WCVL—had him in a quandary, for there was much to consider. Okay—concentrate. Concentrate!
Those who could communicate with the spirit world had been around for centuries, but frauds and charlatans had eroded mediumship’s credibility throughout the years, creating more than a modicum of skepticism in the public eye. Though Brody had viewed television shows before showcasing purported mediums, he had no direct evidence as to their legitimacy—or to the contrary. Of his, Brody was certain, yet this was brave new territory for him, for sure.
Taking his readings to the screen was a possibility that hadn’t presented itself before, so he’d never truly considered it. Now it was staring him in the face. What should I do? Sessions had such an intimate, personal aspect to them; would making them so public seem like a violation of trust? After all, raw feelings exposed themselves when he channeled the spirits of departed loved ones. He had no idea what his clients’ reactions to videotaping and broadcasting their sessions might be—it could go either way. But he had to at least hear Ms. Connors out, see if the idea she had in mind was favorable and in everyone’s best interests.