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Death & Co.

D. J. McCune
"What sort of a life is death?"
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What sort of a life is death?

Adam is a Luman, and it runs in the family. Escorting the dead from life into light, Adam must act as guide to those taken before their time. As his older brothers fall into their fate however, Adam clings to his life as a normal kid – one who likes girls, hates the Head and has a pile of homework to get through by Monday morning. When Adam gets a terrible premonition he realises that he must make a devastating choice, risking his life, his family and his destiny.

Publication Date: Thu 2 May 2013
ISBN Paperback: 9781471400926
ISBN Ebook: 9781471400933

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D. J. McCune

Debbie (DJ) McCune was born in Belfast and grew up in Carrickfergus, a seaside town just north of the city. As a child she liked making up stories and even wrote some down, including a thriller about a stolen wallaby. At school she hated doing homework, except writing stories for English - which were long enough to make her teachers weep.

Debbie read Theology at Trinity College, Cambridge but mostly just read lots of books. She has enjoyed a varied career, but she is currently Head of Religious Studies in an Integrated Secondary School. She lives in Northern Ireland with her husband, daughter - and two cats with seven legs between them. To learn more about Debbie and the DEATH & CO. series, visit Debbie's Facebook page (djmccuneauthor) or follow her on Twitter: @debbiemccune

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It had to be a disaster. Nothing else would have raised the whole household, dogs barking, his brothers bellowing, Auntie Jo squawking downstairs. Adam Mortson groaned and rolled over. 'Keep it down, will you? Some of us have school in the morning.' When the door opened he tried to play dead - but then nobody here was going to be fooled. 'Adam. Get dressed.' He squinted up at his mother's shadowy outline. 'Why?' 'Because you are needed.' Elise's voice was husky, which somehow made her light French accent more distinct. She cleared her throat. 'Your father will need your help tonight.' He wanted to pull the pillow back over his head and pretend this wasn't happening - but she wouldn't be waking him if it wasn't major. 'What happened?' 'An earthquake.' She sounded calm but her fingers clutched at the front of her dressing gown. 'A city in South America. It will be a busy night.' He closed his eyes, trying to swallow his anger and guilt. 'I have a test tomorrow. For science.' 'Adam.' There was a world of reproach in that word. He groaned and threw the cover aside. 'All right, ALL RIGHT! Don't worry about me, whatever you do. I'll just fail another test and fall asleep in class again and do yet another detention but apart from that . . .' He groped about for the lamp switch and the room came alive with light. His mother turned and walked to the door, then paused, resting her slim fingers on the frame. Her voice was very quiet and very cutting. 'Sometimes I am ashamed of you.' The latch snicked into place behind her. Adam stared at where she had been standing just a second before. 'Sometimes I'm ashamed of you too,' he whispered.