How would you handle the dead? After losing his dad, 17 year old Marvin finds he can see and talk to the dead, an inherited ‘gift’. Bonus, you might think, but Marvin hates it. It makes him different and he just wants to be ‘normal’. He meets Stella in the graveyard that backs onto the house he’s just moved into. ‘My name is Stella, Stella McCartney. It says so inside my trousers.’ (!?!)
A mysterious business card reveals that Stella has lost her memories and all signs point to Moghador, a gateway to hell where a pawnbroker holds the answers. And Stella is DEAD! She just doesn’t know it… yet!
Targeted Age Group: YA
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have always had a strange curiosity about ghosts. I love programmes where they go ghost hunting then jump out of their skins when the slightest noise is made! Hilarious!
Marvin’s Curse came about because I wanted to put a spin on the ghostly things I had seen on TV and in films. So I created a world under the cemetery, Moghador. BTW there is a village called ‘Mogador’ near where I live. I added the ‘h’ to make it slightly different and to avoid lawsuits…
Marvin threw back the curtains and looked outside. ‘I don’t believe it! Great! Of all the places to move to,’ he said. The old neglected graveyard glared back at him. ‘As always, no one listens to me.’
A shuffling in the room made him turn sharply. The curtains fell back into place silently.
‘I listen. I always listen.’
‘You don’t count,’ said Marvin, looking at his father, who was wearing in an ill-fitting dark grey suit. ‘You’re dead! You might have had more say if you weren’t.’
‘I don’t know why she married that insensitive idiot,’ said his dad, trying to pull the jacket sleeve down over the white shirt cuff.
‘Perhaps… because you’re dead?’
‘But she could have done so much better. After all, she’s still got her looks…’
‘Oh, please,’ said Marvin, perching on the bed. He looked his dead father in the eye. ‘That’s just too weird.’
‘Being next to a graveyard. That’s going to be pretty tough…’ said his dad changing the subject.
‘Thanks. I know.’
‘That’s not what I mean, Marvin. You know that.’ His dad sat down on the bed. ‘I’ve tried to teach you everything I know, but you still haven’t found a way of…’
‘I have my sketch pad and pencils,’ Marvin protested.
‘You have a gift and you need to…’
‘No, Dad! I have a curse!’ said Marvin, leaping up. ‘A gift is something nice, something you want.’
‘Denying it won’t make it disappear,’ said Dad. ‘And neither will drawing.’
Dad joined Marvin at the window. ‘Life would be so much easier if you just embraced your special ability.’
About the Author:
Debra lives in Surrey, UK in a rambling Victorian house with her husband and boisterous staffy, Buster. Marvin’s Curse is her fourth novel although the first for YA readers.
For this latest book, Marvin’s Curse, she worked under cover as a ghost whisperer in order to bring that something extra to her central character. Debra feels this has paid off well and is now training to be a dragon slayer for her next novel…