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Nichole R Bennett
Ghost Mountain
Moving is stressful enough, but when
Cerri Baker moves with her family to
the Black Hills of South Dakota, she
begins seeing things—things like
murder.
Named after a pre-Christian Celtic
Goddess, Cerri has spent her life
trying to avoid the spirituality and
"hocus-pocus" her mother embraces.
Once in the Black Hills, Cerri doesn't
seem to have much choice as her spirit
guide insists she find justice for a
murdered man. As she struggles with
her own destiny, Cerri must also
convince the FBI that she is getting
her information from another realm
and not from first-hand knowledge of
the murder.
Ghost Mountain
Moving is stressful enough, but when
Cerri Baker moves with her family to
the Black Hills of South Dakota, she
begins seeing things—things like
murder.
Named after a pre-Christian Celtic
Goddess, Cerri has spent her life
trying to avoid the spirituality and
"hocus-pocus" her mother embraces.
Once in the Black Hills, Cerri doesn't
seem to have much choice as her spirit
guide insists she find justice for a
murdered man. As she struggles with
her own destiny, Cerri must also
convince the FBI that she is getting
her information from another realm
and not from first-hand knowledge of
the murder.
"A spirited mystery debut!"
~Lori G. Armstrong, Shamus Award
Winning author of Snow Blind
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The deep bass voice and cultured English of He Who Waits interrupted my thoughts.
“You were granted the sacred gift of seeing and hearing the spirit world, Cuwitku. It has
been my responsibility to watch out for you since the day you were born. All have a place
in the Circle and your place is to find justice for those who do not receive it.”
I opened my eyes and looked at the man or the spirit or the vision or whatever he was.
“You’re here to help me find justice. For who exactly? What kind of justice? Only for big
things? Or everyday small injustices, too, like someone stealing a parking space? Why
didn’t you bother me before?”
As if he could sense a shift in my perception, a smile of relief passed over He Who Waits’s
face before he answered me in the same slow, patient voice I’d become accustomed to
hearing. “What is different is that you are now in a more sacred place. It is now more
difficult for you to ignore what you have. Your mission has not changed. The option of
ignoring your gifts has.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in. Deep in my soul I knew he was right, but I sure
didn’t want to admit it. Why couldn’t I just be normal?
“You were granted the sacred gift of seeing and hearing the spirit world, Cuwitku. It has
been my responsibility to watch out for you since the day you were born. All have a place
in the Circle and your place is to find justice for those who do not receive it.”
I opened my eyes and looked at the man or the spirit or the vision or whatever he was.
“You’re here to help me find justice. For who exactly? What kind of justice? Only for big
things? Or everyday small injustices, too, like someone stealing a parking space? Why
didn’t you bother me before?”
As if he could sense a shift in my perception, a smile of relief passed over He Who Waits’s
face before he answered me in the same slow, patient voice I’d become accustomed to
hearing. “What is different is that you are now in a more sacred place. It is now more
difficult for you to ignore what you have. Your mission has not changed. The option of
ignoring your gifts has.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in. Deep in my soul I knew he was right, but I sure
didn’t want to admit it. Why couldn’t I just be normal?