ABOUT THE DEVIL'S PAWN:
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Publisher: Booktrope Editions
After fifteen-year-old Simon Porte’s family is killed in an automobile crash, his father’s brother whom he’s never met brings Simon to live with him and his wife in upstate New York. Simon doesn’t trust Uncle Raymond, and for good reason. Raymond is dying and using his powers to take over Simon’s body. Simon and his allies—his dotty great-aunt Lucinda, his sister whom he finds living with another relative, and a pair of odd twins—wage war against the evil Raymond and his cronies.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
A former Spanish teacher, Marilyn Levinson writes novels for kids and mysteries for adults. Some of her books for young readers are AND DON’T BRING JEREMY, which was a nominee for six state awards, NO BOYS ALLOWED, and RUFUS AND MAGIC RUN AMOK, an International Reading Association-Children’s Book Council “Children’s Choice.” RUFUS AND THE WITCH’S SLAVE, will be out in the fall. Marilyn like traveling, foreign films, reading, knitting, Sudoku, dining out, and talking to her granddaughter Olivia on Face Time. She lives on Long Island.
I switched off my lamp and fell asleep. The next thing I knew, my uncle was calling my name.
“Simon, wake up!”
“What’s wrong? What happened?” My heart pounded like a jackhammer.
“Time to get up.” Raymond turned on my desk lamp.
I looked at the clock. “It’s three in the morning! I’m going back to sleep.” I pulled the pillow over my head.
“No, you’re not!”
He sat on my bed and grabbed my shoulders so I’d face him. “Look at me.”
I tried to turn away, but he gripped my chin.
“Cut it out! What’s wrong with you? Are you some kind of pervert?”
“Look at me,” Raymond repeated. His corneas appeared black, with pinpoints of light where the irises should have been.
I tried to close my eyes, but his gaze held mine as fiercely as his hands clutched my shoulders.
I was falling through space. The pinpoints of light widened into a circle of brightness, and I was in the center. Energy as powerful as electricity poured into my palms. The current gathered momentum and coursed through my body. A pressure expanded inside my head.
“Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“Hush,” Raymond admonished. “It’s almost over. Soon you’ll sleep and forget this ever happened.”
I moaned. The pressure receded down my torso and my limbs. A blanket of fatigue stilled my fears and dulled my mind and body. I was barely aware of Raymond settling the covers around me. “Sleep, Gregory, and forget,” he whispered as I drifted off.
I awoke the next morning feeling groggy. I let out a yelp as I sat up because my head ached something awful. Bits and pieces of a terrifying nightmare floated to the surface of my mind. The cloaked figure of a man—my uncle?—was hypnotizing me, forcing me to…to…I couldn’t remember any more of the dream.