Prologue

Imagine being trapped between living and dead. A steady heart beat, but no change. Year after year after, trapped in a never-changing body.
This is my life. I have lived it ever since I was born, July 4th, 1876, to a sole parent, Ruby Jones. No one, with the exception of my mother and myself, knew who was my father.
That was because Heath Blackwell, my father, had been dead for one hundred years.
Of course, that was 133 years ago.
But people aren't any more excepting of ghosts-or half ghost, in my case-in 2009 then they were in 1876.
In fact, they don't even know we exist. They think we are myths, such as elves, or Faeries.
Funny thing though: elves and Faeries just happen to be real. So are meres and witches, and just about ever other "mythical" creature you've heard of.
In short, you don't in the world you thought did.
Earth just got a whole lot crazier.