GENRE: YA Paranormal
The night was nearly moonless, as it had to be, and the only sound in the graveyard was that of dirt slipping off a dozen shovels. Some were far enough away that Grady barely heard them, muffled by countless headstones and monuments, oak trees and gently rolling hills. Most were closer, slicing though the soft dirt and saplings of the public section.
Grady counted himself lucky. It was murder digging through the roots and clay that choked the older graves. Still, if he’d been further from the road he might have been allowed a flashlight. Given his failing eyesight, Grady ran the real risk of shoveling into his foot. He was not overly fond of his supervisor either.
“Stop resting on your shovel, boy.” Grady had not heard Nikolai approach, but then, no one ever heard Nikolai approach. His heavy accent whispered through an embroidered handkerchief held tight against his nose, probably to dull the stench of the open graves, though Grady himself smelled nothing. “You are behind schedule again.”
“Shovel’s breaking, boss.” Grady hefted another load of earth. “Give me a break.”
Nikolai cursed in a language Grady did not know. A weight flashed across Grady’s back. Another whipping. If he didn’t steal more green thread soon, his tattered army jacket would fall to pieces.
“Why do you do that?” Grady asked, emptying his shovel onto the ground above him. “You know I can’t feel it.”
“No.” Nikolai pulled back for another blow. “But I can.”