"The boxes in the attic are blocked by the ghosts of the past, All of them lying about on loose boards. It's difficult to reach them. Difficult to open them, but removing the weight of everything else, releasing the place from the crowd will clear them all. Uplift the fog, give a better vision, restoring the old library I almost abandoned." - Excerpt from chapter "Ghost of the past" "I'm at a loss of words, and words are my strength, but recently I'm at a loss of words, feeling the thorns spread to the whole of my body. Overwhelmed by you. You being nice. Too nice perhaps, overshadowing me with what is mine." - Excerpt from chapter "Overshadowed"

Two different origins Two different destinies He was born from the shadows. She shines brighter than the stars. He fell from grace, meant to punish humankind. She is blessed by the light, but hunted by her own demons. He has a mission and is out for revenge. She is just a girl trying to survive. He desires her light. She craves his darkness. But not everything is what it seems. Who's really the angel and who's the devil in this story?

The era of the Swinging Sixties was coming to an end. A New Age was about to replace the old. But during these changing times, one man lives seemingly isolated from this cultural centre. Corney O'Cassidy, a man with a strange occupation. He is a spiritual correspondent, that is to say, he exorcises ghosts. But what is a ghost? They are remnants of the past lingering in the warm darkness. They seep into our minds, causing migraines and unexplainable ailments. Being the only person with the ability to glimpse into this otherworldly milieu with his naked eye, he has been called many things such as looney, nitwit, heretic, phoney, troglodyte, warlock; in short, an eccentric. These titles mean nothing to him. It is his solemn duty to step into the minds of these wraiths, spectres and revenants; understand their nature, and end their existence before they end him.

Moving through the 12 Astrological Houses, or the 12 domains of life (and death), a story of love and loss and hope unfolds.

"Eternity is in love with the productions of time." William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

One shouldn't only focus on the positive things in life. That's delusional! But it seems we always do the opposite without complaint. So many stories about pain and anger and fear we seem to forget The simple joys of our everyday life.

"I suppose, you're waiting for me tonight." the bartender spoke without looking up. The shadow grinned anyway, all teeth and danger and promises. "Something wrong with waiting on old friends?" It purred.