TITLE: The Devourer
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
Essentially, this is the story of how I died.
Melodramatic, I know, but it's the truth. And besides, I'm a teenager. I'm entitled to be at least a little melodramatic.
Don't panic. I'm not a ghost. I'm not a vampire. I'm not even a zombie. I'm still a plain, ordinary human being. Well, perhaps not quite as ordinary as I once thought, but human nevertheless!
I suppose my story really began when my best friend, Zoe, was found unconscious, sprawled in a stairwell at St. Guys hospital in central London. She was supposed to have been at my house in the suburbs, a good hour's tube journey away.
She was put in the ICU ward at St. Guys and I made the trip to visit her every day. I'd never been so thankful for the school summer holidays.
But it was about a week after she was found that the story began for me. It began with the first of the spelling mistakes…
I watched the London Underground signs flash by as the tube train pulled into the station.
I blinked and the sign was gone, another perfectly normal London Bridge sign sliding into sight as the train stopped.
I turned down the volume on my music player and all thoughts of the spelling mistake disappeared from my mind as I stepped out of the carriage and onto the platform.