The Raventree Society. S2E1: Grace Cemetery: The Raventree Society, #6

By J.E. Purrazzi

As Kyle returns home to bury his brother Tyler, and heal from vicious supernatural attacks, he's expecting an uncomfortable reception from his family. What he isn't expecting is that the horrors he's been experiencing have followed him.

Kyle's sister is clear about her desire to reach out to Tyler's spirit, but when she disappears in the middle of the night, she might find more reason to fear than to hope. And Kyle is left to decide if it's better to go after her, or if she's safer far away from him.

He is beginning to wonder if the danger will go wherever he does.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.E. Purrazzi
• Release date: Mar 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393128892

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The Raventree Society

Season Two, Episode One

The Grace Cemetery

J. E. Purrazzi

This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, companies, businesses, locals or events is entirely coincidental.

© 2019 J. E. Purrazzi

All Rights Reserved.

Cover art by J. E. Purrazzi

Cover design and formatting by Poole Publishing Services LLC

Kyle stared through the hollow eyes of his reflection in the window, watching the winter rain turn into sleet. Trails of melting ice slid down the glass like tears. God knew there had been enough tears today.

Thanks for getting me. He didn’t dare to turn to Carl, who hadn’t said anything since he’d picked him up from the police station.

This was a familiar situation. One he’d found himself in more than once as a teen. Not that it made it any less awkward now.

Of course, Carl said, though his voice was stiff and barely louder than a whisper.

He didn’t look angry, but that was his ‘angry voice’. He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, but his face was placid.

I bet they were quite surprised when you told them you were my Dad. Kyle half smiled at the thought.

Carl grunted in reply.

It was going to suck riding his bike home in the mess this weather had turned into, but Kyle hadn’t had a chance to go car shopping yet. And there was no way he was staying at the house. Not if this was going to be the atmosphere.

He reached up to trail a finger over the puckered scars around his neck. Some were still healing. One still had the stitches in.

He must look like Frankenstein’s monster right about now. Probably the most intimidating thing the little police station had ever seen. It was already a struggle trying to explain them to the people that dared his glare to ask. Car accident just didn’t cover it. It looked like someone had tried to cut his throat with a butter knife.

The lawyer your network provided managed to get the reporters to drop the charges, Carl said. Promised them he would go after them for harassing a grieving family.

Kyle swore. "I still can’t believe they had the balls