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You Killed Me?: Light Life
You Killed Me?: Light Life
You Killed Me?: Light Life
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“I swear to you – for as long as you live I will be here for you. I am watching you, waiting. From here. In the dark…”

Discovering you are dead is one thing. That you were murdered is another. That your killer is still alive and an arm's length away is something else entirely.

Mabie Dunn has always been able to see and feel auras. Life lights. 

Throughout her short life she regarded this ability as more of a curse than a blessing. What use could it really be? 

She's about to find out. 

YOU KILLED ME? introduces Mabie Dunn in a new ghost fantasy series – LIGHT LIFE.

LIGHT LIFE - The series:

They say unfinished business, the sense of injustice and deep rooted anger can bind a soul to the earth.

In a single room in a secure, private hospital a man lies in a coma.

Beside him, on a shelf, sits the ghost of the young woman he killed. She is waiting for him to die to claim him. For revenge.

But they can sustain him with advanced technology. He has a life. A life she is determined to make as unbearable as she can.

For however long it takes.

YOU KILLED ME? - The beginning:

It could be said Mabie has her head in something of a spin as she comes to terms for the first time with the bewildering mechanics of her particular afterlife.

The truth is floating around out there somewhere.

Sprinkled with black humour, this short reads story introduces a surreal astral world to an unsuspecting and confused Mabie Dunn.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 17, 2017
ISBN9781386459033
You Killed Me?: Light Life
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Adam Hythe

Adam Hythe is a Sussex man and is often to be found wandering the downs and marshlands, getting windswept and muddy in the name of inspiration. He is author of the Weolden Yarns series of short stories and other fantasy and sci-fi short stories. Please visit adamhythe.com for more details. WEOLDEN YARNS #WeoldenYarns are stories set in the present day and at various other periods of history, primarily in the south eastern English county of Mithelsex.  Mithelsex lies snug between Sussex and Kent with the Weold, the massive, horseshoe shaped rump of downland, encircling the county like a maternal and muscular arm.  This effective geological and, to a large extent, psychological protectorate ensures Mithelsex continues to staunchly retain her distinct and individual personality. There is an old proverb: "Ne'er bestep the Shrowde on a sunny night, Lest there be summat acomin' on." This is Mithelsex. Where adventures can lead anywhere. Once over the hills. The WEOLDEN YARNS introduce this world and characters that will in time inhabit forthcoming books, series and serials.  There are also a few sci-fi and other short stories not in this series such as Like Blood in Rain, a gothic dark fantasy romance and Her Master's Choice, a snappy little A.I. sci-fi story. A series of novellas in the Weolden Yarns series is planned for future publication.

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    You Killed Me? - Adam Hythe

    YOU KILLED ME?

    LIGHT LIFE 1

    Introducing Mabie Dunn

    ADAM HYTHE

    Published by Hordegaste House

    http:adamhythe.com

    Copyright © Adam Hythe 2017

    Cover design by Hordegaste House

    Edited by Quill Roberts

    All rights reserved

    No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced

    in any format, by any means,

    electronic or otherwise,

    without prior consent from the copyright owner

    and publisher of this book.

    This is a work of fiction. All characters, names,

    places and events

    are the product of the author's imagination,

    your nightmares,

    or used fictitiously.

    YOU KILLED ME?

    THE SINGLE ROOM in the secure ITU burns unit was dimly lit, the gloom punctuated by little winks of pale coloured light from the banks of machines and monitor screens standing by.

    The room was empty but for the presence of a single patient. And a ghost.

    The ghost was of a young woman who perched on a shelf, her arms and legs entwined, wrapped around herself like a gargoyle, looking down through the glass dome of the sterile, survival pod in the centre of the room.

    It contained a man. What was left of him.

    She couldn’t see him. He was wrapped from head to toe in hydrocolloid gauze bandages. The survival pod that held him in stasis, a controlled coma, while his body was rebuilt by clever little nano-bots and bacteria colonies, cell by frazzled cell, was moored to the monitors by a horsetail of wires and pipes.

    But though she couldn’t see him, she could see him. His life-light. His aura.

    For a long period of time, while the machines laboured, his aura lights had been a constant dull glow. But right now they were flaring, agitated wraiths. The chemicals had been delivered. There was no more for now.

    His lights danced about the inside of the dome, striking like forks of plasma. They soaked through the glass – jagged, sparky, shimmering blades of incandescent flame. 

    The woman heard a hiss as the man gasped. The sound of him. His breathing apparatus responded with a gush of air.

    She approached the dome then. She leaned forward and pressed her palms to the warm glass. With a crackle, shards of bright, blood red light flashed from her hands down into the body below. The light was reflected in her dark brown eyes so they glowed red. Burning fiery coals.

    As she drew closer, like a lapping creature, as though sniffing his being, his lights intensified, their colours darkening.

    Then, her lips spread into a cold, humourless smile. 

    She knew these colours. They were the colours of pain. 

    •••••••

    A MONTH BEFORE. 

    MABIE DUNN SAT with her legs up on a bench with her head resting on the warm, stainless steel sheet that was the side of the laundrette machine rumbling away next to her. Through her skull the vibrations were relaxing, soporific, and she rolled her head around the flat surface. Soothing, comforting. 

    She wasn’t thinking of anything. The night before had been a long one. A very long one. It had sucked up all her thought, for now.

    Except the thought of him. His face. The manner of him, the

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