Fault Lines

D. J. McCune
"It takes courage to choose life"
Fault Lines – picture

It takes courage to choose life.

Adam’s been coasting for too long. As the youngest male in a family charged with taking the dead to the afterlife, all eyes are on him to continue the Luman legacy. But Adam has dreams of his own: a girlfriend who knows nothing of his deep dark secrets, including a gift for seeing death before it happens. These things are increasingly hard to ignore.

The time has come for Adam to face up to the truth and challenge his destiny. When his father allows him one last opportunity to be a regular teenager and travel to Japan on a school trip. Adam could never have imagined that this alone would force his hand. But his terrifying premonition of a devastating tsunami due to hit Japan means he has to act fast and stop it before it happens.

There’s no going back now: if he saves thousands from a terrible fate, he must also risk the wrath of all Lumen… Is he man enough to take it on?

Publication Date: Thu 1 Jan 2015
ISBN Paperback: 9781471402715
ISBN Ebook: 9781471402722



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


Before she could protest Adam jogged off, running along the grass to avoid getting stuck. His heart was hammering in his chest, adrenalin making him feel sick. The path ahead was jammed and he had to slow down and wait to pass between two high hedges, emerging into the open space by the funfair. Ahead of him the park was packed. Immediately around him were dozens of colourful stalls, selling sweets and candyfloss and tempting people to have a go at shooting ducks or catching plastic fish in a whirlpool. Beyond the stalls garish machinery rose up into the air, lights flashing everywhere. The people on board screamed joyfully, as they were whirled around and flung upside down. His first thought was that maybe something dramatic was going to happen - a rollercoaster carriage plunging off the track or someone falling from their safety harness. But when no mental image appeared he frowned and began to push through the crowd, ignoring a few pointed complaints, totally focused on finding the next victim. As he passed the first row of stalls the pain in his neck returned with a vengeance. He clapped a hand on it, trying to massage it away, but if anything it was growing stronger until he could barely breathe. Desperately, he searched the crowd, knowing that the only way to make it ease was to see what his doom sense wanted him to see. He was into the second row of stalls, stretching up on tiptoe as the pain intensified again. He retched in the back of his throat and spun, feeling dizzy from all the quick, painful breaths. He was going to faint. He could feel it. There was a pulsing light and then blackness behind his eyes. He couldn't breathe. He was going to fall. He was going to die. And then, as his knees gave way, he saw the van just a few metres from him. A man in a striped apron was smiling and handing out ice creams. Adam's eyes ran dully over the queue and locked on a man near the front. A man who was standing with a woman and two small boys, waiting patiently for ice cream. And as Adam watched he saw it - saw it unfold right in front of his eyes, a glimpse of a very near future.