Eleven-year-old Rose wakes up in hospital. She’s had another seizure, but that doesn’t explain why she can see pain, growth, love and hate, as beings.
With the sight of Emet, Rose is surrounded by creatures and monsters. She is in the middle of an age-old war between Adonai and Molech, love and hate. The people on earth have to choose who they want to rule their lives, but Molech will break ancient law to steal your right to decide.
Rose’s best friend Pete is cursed by Molech, tricked by a new age cult, Seudology. He is robbed of his choice, tortured by Molech’s minions and imprisoned with his fate. Desperate to save him and change his destiny, Rose agrees to infiltrate the cult.
The Seudologist’s surveying practice is a cover up. The EOM machine is extracting people’s souls and creating the undead around her, as she sees them for the slaves they’ve become. It’s too late, being able to see monsters won’t stop her from walking into a trap. Seudologists have been watching since the beginning, and she might just lose herself and Pete, forever.
THE LIGHT OF EMET is a 47,000-word MG fantasy novel. This book will appeal to those who loved the magical realism in Horowitz’ Raven’s Gate and the vibrant fantasy of Diane Wynne Jones’ novels. I have had my flash fiction published with the Pygmy Giant and in the book Sixty Six Sentence Stories. I currently work for the
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THE LIGHT OF EMET
The red plastic chair dug into her palms as she gripped the chair beneath her. She told herself that if anything were to happen today then she must remember that she sensed it. Nothing usually did, and Rose would feel a twinge of regret that she didn’t have some secret, psychic ability. But today was different. Today was heavy.
It was the last day of school, and the chairs were lined up in rows like a cinema. Mrs Callow sat at her metal desk studying the back of a DVD case; her forehead gathered together like ripples in a pond.
“Rose, I’m a bit worried about letting you watch this film. I think it’ll be better to set you up with something gelse,” she said, and started to walk to the back of the room.
Rose’s insides felt as if they were going around in a blender. She stood up and followed Mrs Callow, her eyes looking down at the floor.
“Spazzer,” said a girl.
The class giggled. Rose kept her eyes on the floor.
“Spazmoid!” A boy shouted, disguised in a cough.
More giggling followed. She hurried to the back of the class, where Mrs. Callow waited for her with the door held open. Rose stared at her, but Mrs Callow smiled back with glazed and unfocused eyes. Rose made it to the back row where Dan, the class clown, sat on the end. She clenched her teeth.
“Don’t forget your crazy medication,” said Dan. He rolled his eyes back into his head, to show the whites of his eyes and jolted himself in his chair.