A simple computer's boot process gone wrong.

"She's a witch, I'm a mirror child. We're one Cullen short of a Saturday Night Live sketch." Dead people are popping up in Emerson Quinn's mirrors, and when that isn't the strangest part of a girl's day something has to be done. Her mother's in jail, her godmother's a witch; and she learns of a twin brother she never knew she had. Oh, and Emerson herself is a newly-fledged member of the Speculos - a secret society that keeps balance between the human and the unnaturals. Something is definitely a secret when even a girl's know-it-all witch of a godmother --literally, not figuratively-- doesn't know much of anything. Now Emerson must save her brother. It will be the race of her life - but she's only just realized there's no track. *Many kudos to @DrBoots for the lovely cover. She's wonderful!*

Maeve Tremaine, a lonely young woman not ready for the real world yet, trapped aiding her elderly grandmother in her ancient New York brownstone. An aged Crosley in the attic. Sylvester Donahue, a charismatic gent from 1928, slaughtered in the very brownstone inhabited by the old woman and her titillating granddaughter. ---------- How do you love a spirit who admires you in every way possible, who devotes himself to you; who you cannot kiss, cannot hold? A man with no body, with only a voice filtered through a vintage radio to keep you sane? But most importantly, whose good intentions may cause trouble for the living?

So I've had this in my head for a very long time, but I've never gotten around to sitting my butt down and writing it. Hopefully with feedback I'll be motivated enough to do so.

He's found the light. Now he must learn to tame it. Cover picture by http://craftmaster.deviantart.com/