Resultados para "Pamela" en Ocultismo

The Summer I Believed in God and Johnny B. Good by Pamela Jekel is the story of a woman searching for her father. Raised by her grandparents, Lacey Wickham was told that her mother had a nervous breakdown shortly after her birth and was institutionalized. Now at twenty-seven, a psychologist with her own relationship issues, Lacey visits her aunts to discover if they know who her father might be. Two sisters who fled the family home in their teens, the aunts run a thriving spiritualist business in Cassadaga, Florida, specializing in tarot readings, séances, and spells.

“What are you doing”? His eyes were as big as saucers and, in the moonlight, he looked more creature than young man. For the first time, being with him, I was afraid. I had to get out of there and I had to pretend everything was ok. I fought the urge to tell him. I decided I wanted to keep my mind to myself. “What do you mean, Ewan," I purred. I was so bad at flirting. If he bought this, then something was really wrong. “I felt you shift. I felt you change”. Think, think, Tori, figure this out. “I didn't do anything, honestly”. I looked deep into his black eyes".

Gina has seen strange visions since childhood. Her mother was considered insane for having the same affliction, and before her disappearance, Gina's sister Allie was obsessed with black magic and "saw" things too. It eventually led her to a depraved conjurer known as Mojo DeCanne, a man who possessed a book of demonic spells Allie stole and hid in Gina's apartment in the days before she vanished. Now, as Manhattan braces for the worst snowstorm in decades, and Gina's visions become worse, blurring the lines between nightmare and reality, Mojo DeCanne has come looking for what is his. In order to solve the mystery of her sister's disappearance and the meaning behind her own shattered life, Gina must first survive the night and somehow stop an unimaginable evil from fulfilling its horrific destiny. Darkness falls on Manhattan. The blizzard grows worse. And the lights go out.

I'd never noticed before how Ewan's eyes shone in spite of their dark color. I caught myself staring, so I tried to refocus. "What kind of creature do you think I am, anyway?" Ewan paused thoughtfully, becoming serious for the first time in a while. "Tori, that's not the right question. The question is," he leaned closer, "What do you think you are?"