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Angelbound Tales Volume 1
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Walker’s Love Connection My tail and I always get along. Until we don’t. Take now, for instance. I drive my ancient station wagon, Betsy, through the many strip malls and weedy lots that make up Purgatory. My ride is an un-pimped junker whose radio stays eternally stuck on a polka station. As ‘Roll out the Barrel’ blares from Betsy’s tinny speakers, my tail jabs my shoulder in time to the music. This is its way of saying, I’m not happy with our destination. My tail loathes trips to the Ghoul-E-Mart. “Come on,” I plead. “I promised Mom that I’d pick up milk from the Ghoul-E.” Technically, our overlords sell us something called white liquid product. Saying that I’m only getting milk makes zero difference to my tail. Right now, it’s the star of its own little play called, Poke Myla’s Shoulder. Jab, jab. “We aren’t going to the Ghoul-E right away,” I explain. “We’ll hit the arena first.” There’s only one arena in Purgatory—it’s where warriors like me fight evil souls and demons to the death. Is this an appropriate extra-curricular activity for a high school junior? Ah, no. But, that’s ghouls for you. Our overlords see their minions—meaning quasi demons like me—as the equivalent of pond scum. My tail pauses for a moment as it considers a potential arena visit. Then, it acts in a way that says, what a load of B-S. Jab, jab, jab. Clearly, my tail has trust issues. It doesn’t believe we’re going anywhere near the arena. And there are two reasons why I shouldn’t approach the gladiator games right now. First, it’s not my day to fight. Second, even when I am scheduled to go, I should only show up with my honorary older brother, a ghoul named Walker. But I have plans, people. 
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