Read an exclusive extract from 'Welcome to Dead Town Raven McKay' by Eibhlís Carcione
'Welcome to Dead Town Raven McKay' by Eibhlís Carcione
On her first day in Grave’s Pass, Raven McKay spotted pooka horses chasing goblins in a vacant lot, three banshees on a bus, a zombie in ripped jeans staring in the window of a phone shop, a bogeyman walking a labradoodle, a ghost on a ladder cleaning windows, a ghoul sipping coffee at an outdoor café.
Raven McKay with black hair as silky as a raven’s wing and eyes as piercing blue as the sea in the sandy coves around Grave’s Pass sat in the social worker’s car outside no. 28 Flower Hill. She clutched her battered beige suitcase with its faded sticker of a black butterfly and missed her parents terribly. This was her third foster home in six months. She had been in and out of Kim’s green Fiat so much, the very cherry jellybean air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror had lost its tang.
