In conjunction with today’s Giveaway, How to Date Dead Guys by Ann M. Noser. Ann is teasing us by allowing a special sneak peek into her exciting new book. So without further ado we bring you a peek inside How to Date Dead Guys.
The first spell:
We head out into the crisp night air. Angie points to a large rock near the edge of the Putnam woods. “Let’s sit over there.” “It feels strange to be outside this late at night,” I whisper as we cross the parking lot. “Do you think the campus cops will drive by and stop us?” Chrissy asks. “Why would they stop us?” Angie reasons. “It’s just a little love spell.” “A love spell?” I turn to Chrissy. Does she really believe in this stuff? “Yes, a love spell,” Angie confirms. “Kevin is definitely a keeper. He’s the best guy Chrissy has ever dated.” “I agree,” Chrissy says as we near the rock. “And you’ve dated a lot.” Angie smiles as she kneels down and spills her sack upon the ground. “But you’ve only just met him.” I settle down on the grass. “So what? I just know he’s the one,” my roommate declares. Chrissy always decides after the first or second date if a guy is worth her time. How can she be so sure of herself and her first impressions? “So, Angie, what did you think of Mike?” I ask. My heart thumps. Do I even want to know? Chrissy glares at me, as if I’ve interrupted something important. “He was nice,” Angie says noncommittally. She places one red and one white candle upon the large rock. She reverently strikes a match and lights them. I hate the word “nice”. It doesn’t mean anything at all. I stare into the flames that seem to call down a moon so full one could drown in it. A few crickets chirp, a lone frog bellows, and then silence. Even the dark trees hush their leaves to listen. Angie hands the pink paper to her sister. “You have to read this carefully, or it won’t work. You have to believe in your heart every word is true.” Chrissy clears her throat then reads:
“Oh, Moon, upon me shine. Steal his heart and make it mine. Guide his eyes so he will see The only one to love is me. Seize his voice and make him say That he will never go away. Change his plans and claim his mind Make both intertwine with mine. Oh, Moon, oh, Stars, upon me glow, And force his love for me to grow.”
After Chrissy finishes, Angie takes the paper. She ignites each bottom corner with a separate candle. We watch as flames crawl up the spell. Angie lets go at the last second, and a single weakly glowing ember floats down to the ground. I stare at the red spark until it disappears. In the silence that follows, I wait for someone to play a haunting Beethoven melody to fill the empty air. Instead the wind begins to stir. Through the darkness, I hear whispers calling my name. I glance over my shoulder to see if someone is really there. An image of the dead floating body flashes through my mind, but I dismiss it. I can’t think about that, or I’ll go crazy. I point at the night sky. “Did you see the full moon tonight? It’s gigantic.” In fact, it seems bigger than I remember. Is that possible? Angie nods. “It’s the perfect stage of the moon for this spell.” She seems to really believe she’s done something with her little poem and ritual. Even Chrissy appears pleased, which surprises the heck out of me. Why am I the only one freaking out?