Today, I'm going to give you all a peek into my next novel,
Souls Unknowing, which will be released February 28, 2014. It is the first of a three book series revolving around ghosts that I've been writing and editing for a long time.
Something has caused the spirits of Rolling Hills Preparatory School to grow extremely restless, and it is up to a small group of mediators to discover long buried secrets to prevent such a tragedy from occurring once more.
Unfortunately there are a number of hurdles to overcome and there are more secrets than just what happened preceding the fire that destroyed the school fifty years earlier.
Tru Martin struggles with accepting her true place as one who communicates with spirits, due to a desire for normalcy. Veteran mediators Megan, Allie, and Ian all seem to have different opinions on how to proceed with crossing over the spirits. And the arrival of another mediator who has a history with one person in particular may lead to the greatest shock of all.
With time running out and graduation looming around the corner, can this friendship formed out of a shared ability survive all the secrets, spirits, and dangers, and solve a mystery before tragedy strikes again?
By the way, this current synopsis is not completely set in stone, so if you have any suggestions then feel free to comment on the blog, send me a Tweet @DanielleThamasa, find me on
Facebook, or send me an e-mail to daniellethamasa@yahoo.com with the subject as Souls Unknowing synopsis.
I am working really hard to get this done and published for my current deadline. Thanks to everyone who has stuck by me through this writing and editing process and I hope you enjoy the finished product. Tru and the rest of the gang have been constant companions of mine since 2004 and living with people for that long makes you think of them as family. I care about basically all of my characters (there are a few villains that I would really like to just disappear, lol) and I sincerely hope that other people feel some sort of connection with them as well.
Okay, and just for those of you who are reading this and have stuck with it, how about a sneak preview of the prologue for
Souls Unknowing?
Prologue: Let the Flames Begin, 1964
This place has always
felt like a prison to me, with the bars on the windows and all of the rules and
restrictions. Yet if I had known then what I know now, then perhaps a lot of
this could have been prevented. Looking back it all should have been clear to
me, each event and strange occurrence clearly revealed the tragedy that was to
come as well as who was responsible. One thing is absolutely certain though: I
will not let it happen again.
I am dead. That is the
one absolute, the unchanging fact, and it is something I wish I could have
known of in advance. There are so many things I never got to do, and so much I
never could tell my family. But I am not the only one who died and I am
certainly not the only one who feels trapped in this school, waiting and
watching for something to change.
I can feel that the
time is growing near and when the chance comes to me, I know I must do what I
can to help, which seems ridiculous as no one can truly see me, hear me, touch
me. It has been fifty years and even with all of the others like me, it feels
quite lonely here. Watching all of the youth as they grow and make mistakes and
figure out what is next for their futures is incredibly bittersweet. I remember
when I was once that way, when the future held nothing but possibilities, when
I was ready to graduate from high school and truly start my life.
Patton High School was
once a glorious place, despite some of the outward appearances. If you simply
looked at it from the road then it looked more like a juvenile correction
facility, complete with bars over the windows, as if they expected some sort of
danger or breakout attempt. I though it nothing more than a safety hazard and
it was that point alone that led to the demise of so many of us that spring
morning.
The day had started
off like any other. I had been dropped off at the school by my father, my
little brother following at my heels, acting more like a child than a freshman,
but I suppose it had been a difficult first year of high school for him, and
really, I thought of him as one of my best friends. Still, I had not said much
to him that morning, instead lost in the thoughts of my looming graduation and
what would happen when I moved away for college in the fall. Would my father
and brother be fine on their own? I hoped so but most days I had my doubts.
We parted ways as I
reached my locker. He had to walk all the way upstairs and to the other side of
the building to reach the wing of freshman lockers and all I said to him was
that I would see him at lunch. That never happened; I lost my brother that day
and no matter how hard I have looked, I still have not managed to find him. If
he somehow survived I would have known, I should have felt it or seen him at
some point, but the void in my chest tells me that he too passed away in the
tragedy of Patton High School.
It was during third
period history that I started to think that something was off. The desk to my
right was empty, a sight I had not witnessed in the whole four years of classes
here. The young man who sat there had not missed a day, obsessively coming,
even when ill. I had always thought it annoying, but now I was unsure what to
think.
I supposed I was the
only one who noticed his absence before the Mrs. Johnson took attendance. She
had called out his name twice before the others started looking around. “Has
anyone seen Trevor today?”
Not a single person
answered, which wasn’t surprising. Trevor had no friends and most people
avoided him. It had nothing to do with his appearance, his home, or his family,
but because he was just a bit odd. He really enjoyed discussing different
methods of warfare and weaponry and along with most other people, I found that
to be quite unnerving.
After that awkward few
moments, Mrs. Johnson finished up her attendance call and jumped straight into
the lesson, continuing our discussion of World War II. I could not help but
think that there would have been more back and forth conversation that period
if Trevor had come to school. Then again, if he had, then he too would have
been wandering these halls as a ghost.
I have made my peace
with what I am, with my existence, though I still long for the future that was
taken from me. The fire ruined all of it. It was at lunchtime that the pieces
began to fall together. When some of the seniors tried to take their lunch out
to the courtyard, they found the doors locked, or blocked.
They called out for
the cafeteria monitors, who rushed over to the doors to help out. One pulled
out keys, but whatever prevented the doors from opening was not simply a lock.
As the chatter in the room grew louder, I found myself looking for my brother.
He should have arrived to sit with me, but I could not see his face in the
crowd of students.
I stood up and walked
out into the hall, scanning back and forth, but aside from more and more
students filing out to see what the commotion was, there was no sign of Logan
anywhere. A shout came from down the hall, followed by several others. It took
a few repetitions before I could tell what they were yelling…fire.
When the fire alarm
started blaring, it became even more apparent that it was not a drill. Chaos
followed in the next minutes, as students ran out of their classrooms and
towards the nearest doors. I stood frozen for longer than I sometimes cared to
admit to myself, thinking that maybe by not moving it would be proved as
nothing more than a rather lucid nightmare. Then I finally moved, making my way
to the nearest exit; I could find Logan when we were all outside. There was no
way I would find him inside the school.
Yet when I reached the
doors I found teachers and athletes alike shoving and groaning against the
thick doors. It seemed that much like the doors in the cafeteria leading to the
courtyard, these were blocked closed. The panic in those around me seemed to
intensify with that realization. Their cries filled the air as thick dark smoke
crept into the halls, beginning to obscure everything in sight.
I simply felt numb,
detached from what was going on all around, as if I was watching it from
outside my body. Where was Logan? I needed to find my brother, to make sure he
was all right. The thought should have struck me then that none of us would be
all right. We were trapped in the school as the smoke overtook everything and
it became harder to breathe or think clearly.
The intensity of the
heat down the south wing was what truly brought me into the reality of the
situation. If the fire had started that way then it was the worst possible
scenario. My mind latched onto the realization that the flames would soon reach
the boiler room and that would cause an explosion, which would only make the
fire stronger.
“Logan!” I yelled
before choking on the smoke and falling into a coughing fit. I couldn’t draw in
enough air to continue on with anything, nor could I see more than a few inches
in front of my face. Dropping to the ground I hoped that would help with
something, and it allowed me to draw in a few breaths but it would not last
long.
My last thoughts as I
heard a large boom from down the hall was that I had not been able to voice my
concerns of the future with my brother.
Aside from all of the
dead who linger in this place, there is one other fact that is without
question: We were murdered and our killer is still out there.