Mortal Ghost
It's a fiery hot summer, and sixteen-year-old Jesse Wright is on the run. An oddly gifted boy, he arrives in a new city where the direction of his life is about to change. He's hungry and lonely and desperate -- and beset by visions of a stranger who is being brutally tortured. And then there are Jesse's own memories of a fire ...
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mouth made him hesitate.
'Please wait,' she said again.
They looked at each other for a while in silence.
'Are you hungry?' she finally asked.
And if she noticed the sweat that sprang up on his forehead when she handed him the muesli bar from her bum bag, she was considerate enough not to say.
Chapter 2
At first they walked back towards the Old Bridge in silence, which was exactly how Jesse wanted it. But the girl had the kind of energy that, like the river itself, would not easily be diverted.
'My name's Sarah.'
'Jesse,' he offered in exchange for the forthcoming meal.
'Where did you spend the night?'
Jesse shrugged.
'You look like you've slept under a bridge.'
He gave her a mocking half-smile and pointed towards the Old Bridge.
She was shocked but tried to conceal it. Studying her surreptitiously, he wondered exactly how old she was. With her face so expressiv
