That Special Knack

<p><span>Jake McCluskie is back… </span><br /><span>last time he was the Repairman and he fixed Time and helped flush a demon back to Oblivion. This time McCluskie is the Redeemer. He must redeem three souls and find Hell’s Codes for the Angel of Death. In order to do that he has to go to Oblivion—into his enemy’s cage. No wonder the Redeemer always dies. </span><br /><br /><br /><span>Satan straightened up in the chair and reached into his coat pocket. “Oh I almost forgot. As promised I read your ghost story book.” In his hand he held a hard cover edition of my second book entitled: Limbo Mississippi: A Ghost Story. The plastic cover book jacket had a library tag. </span><br /><br /><span>“You borrowed it?” I asked. “From the library?” </span><br /><br /><span>He grinned. “Okay let’s call it borrowed.” </span><br /><br /><span>“Aw c’mon man for the love of God you’re an archangel would it kill you to break open your wallet and buy a copy?” </span><br /><br /><span>“You’re rich enough McCluskie” he said laughing. “Now for the review.” He made a sour face. “It was okay nothing special but okay. A passing grade.” He tapped the book with a finger. “The problem is your story is better than your writing. Hopefully one day the writing will catch up.” </span><br /><span>“Maybe you’ll like my time travel book better. It’s entitled: Broken Time. It just came out.” </span><br /><br /><span>He turned up his nose. “I don’t know McCluskie. One of your books is enough for me.” </span><br /><br /><span>“You should give this one a chance. The grade ten English classes at Rockaway High School will be reading it this semester.” </span><br /><br /><span>“Really?” he questioned his smile beaming. “I can’t believe it. Jacob McCluskie part of modern literature.” He shook his head still smiling. “The great ones are turning over in their graves.” </span><br /><br /><span>“Thanks for your continued support.” </span><br /><br /><span>“Anytime” he said laughing…</span></p>