HEALING METAPHYSICAL SPIRIT ANGEL GHOST FAIRY NOVEL

READ SOMETHING DIFFERENT - an unusual and original novel

(UNSOLICITED) AMAZON.CO.UK REVIEW: " I just loved this story. A tale of a ghost who comes back to help her family.. It is beautifully written, I just couldn't put it down and I didn't want it to end..."

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This is a brand new, real paperback, content suitable for all ages and makes a wonderful original gift - exclusively available on eBay - you won't find it elsewhere.

RRP 7.99

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LOTS OF FAIRIES... (INCLUDING A TOOTH FAIRY)....OR ARE THEY ANGELS? YOU DECIDE! 

A MAGICAL MIX OF A STORY WHICH WILL HAUNT YOU yet leave you feeling hopeful and believing in luck and love!

THIS IS NOT AN EBOOK - IT IS A REAL OLD FASHIONED BRAND NEW PAPERBACK WHICH WILL BE POSTED PROMPTLY BY FIRST CLASS ROYAL MAIL OR AIRMAIL

This book has been described as 'very healing' and would make a wonderful gift 

Here is a sample chapter:

Imagine being dead, yet being allowed to write a single page to explain.

I would settle for a single line

I always hoped and believed that I would be able to positively influence the lives of the loved ones I left behind, but I never expected to die so young. I was so furiously angry and sorry when the pair of hooded, teenaged muggers attacked. They murdered my body as I emerged from Edgware Road tube station one cold wintry evening to walk the hundred yards or so to my house. I have always been a stubborn and determined individual. (You have to be in order to qualify as a barrister, if you are Asian as well as female. although I am, I suppose, technically no longer either female, Asian or a barrister, thankfully those attributes of stubborn-ness and determination have never deserted me.) My spirit continued to crawl home, sick and wounded. I remember sensing that I had dragged myself to a safe place at last, then all went dark. it seemed as though I slept, dreaming in the cold earth for an age.

When I woke it was difficult to orientate myself. I saw everything quite differently. Eventually, it dawned on me that I was occupying a shimmering, unidentifiable, yet clearly defined area of space in the far corner of the back yard of my home. With superhuman effort I lifted my awareness from the dark soil in the square stone urn and painstakingly learned, over many dark days and nights, to creep my consciousness from the roots, up the stem, then along the trailing branches that grew abundantly across the wall.

Sleep was no longer an option. My fervent purpose was to catch another glimpse of my beloved husband and the darling little three-year-old daughter I had so unwillingly deserted. laboriously, by flexing instinctive abilities previously unthought and undreamed of, learning by intense concentration and meditation, I managed at last to interpret the view through the kitchen window. Gradually absorbing each detail gleaned, it soon became apparent from all the available evidence that a more competent housewife than I had ever been had taken over the care of my husband and small motherless child. If, that is, they still lived at 13, Picus Street, London N.W.1.. Then I saw her.

I certainly did not recognise the female adult face at the kitchen window. She was washing up dishes at the sink, intently scrubbing away at some stubborn mark on a pan or plate with relish. On reflection, it was obvious that she must obviously enjoy housework, as in my day it is doubtful that anyone could have obtained so clear a view through that kitchen window. I don't recall ever cleaning it. as I watched, she lifted her gaze, looked straight in my direction as though she had spotted someone she knew, loved, was intensely delighted to see, then she smiled the most electrifying smile...

if you would like to find out what happens, read: 

HAUNTING BY NUMBERS  by Helenka Gulshan. 

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