Abstrusus

Abstrusus

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Terror
Seeing and hearing the dead is normal for the Amador twins what isn't normal is them witnessing their parents murder and the way they were killed. Sent to live with their grandmother on the Island of Abstrusus where the man that murdered their parents can't find them , neither can the rest of humanity for that matter. They start out their new lives among the creatures of legends and myths. There they befriend a vast range of unlikely people. Abstrusus has its own problems, many of its inhabitants are going missing and the blame falls upon the 'Lady of the Forest'. A vengeful spirit that left unattended could bring disaster upon the island, the twins step up and use their knowledge and abilities to try and bring peace to the spirit. Sadly that isn't the only thing they have to be worried about....
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(Prequel to Clair de Lune) "We're born to believe the opposite of different is normal, and vice versa. Well, I'm the opposite of both." I lost my parents just before my fifteenth birthday. The circumstances were deemed accidental and it was swept under the rug. Truth is, someone covered up the whole situation and I was sent somewhere I knew no one would find me. I was swept under the rug too. Critter Ridge Orphanage is an old building placed in the pines somewhere in the state of New Jersey, run by a kindly woman and housing a family of others like me. Boys and girls all different in their own aspects. They didn't like me and I didn't like them, which was fine. Miss Huld, the owner, seemed to like me enough and that was all I needed. Things changed, though. They found a dead body on our property and everyone scrambled to lock the doors and bar the windows. The normal kids at school all started to edge away from us, from me in particular. They called us witches and devil worshippers. They were scared they might be next. I couldn't keep my nose out of where it didn't belong and then everyone was involved in the mystery. There's ghosts around every corner in this house, and if we don't figure out what's wrong here, we might just become the next ones.

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