3. 31 Am.
It was the beginning of an ordinary day, in an ordinary maternity ward, in an ordinary hospital where a not so ordinary little boy was about to make his rather undignified entrance into a world full of adventure.
For Baxter you see, as he was to be named, was very special. Very special indeed.
Baxter was a Wraithling; part human, part spirit, part mortal and part immortal, on his father’s side to be precise. This alone would be enough to propel young Baxter headlong into adventure after adventure, but not without its dangers and not necessarily of this world...