Whispers From the Dead

They think that I'm crazy, and dangerous. Granted, that's probably right; I am a Cyrian, though, I don't try to eat people like they think the Cyrians do. I'm just...a stray.
Declan Flynn's the name, dead speaker extraordinaire. When I was seven, I ran away from a life of prosperity as the prince, and have lived on the streets since then. Now, I scrounge for food and steal from the rich. And I guess that I should mention that I also talk to famous dead people. Not just famous, no, it couldn't be that easy. People like Einstein who hangs out on my right shoulder...and then there's Napoleon Bonaparte, who hangs out on my left shoulder. But they're just the beginning...
In a world where people are divided, not by race, but by species, Declan Flynn is called by the dead to step up, and take his place as the Cyrian Prince. In a clash of anger and blood, he will need everything in his will to stand up and put the world on the right track. Even if he isn't human.