Don’t read this book.

Not if you want to maintain your protected status as an ignorant human.

The truth wouldn’t make any sense, anyways. It would just melt your brain, cause you to involuntarily assume the fetal position (and mumble things about butterflies and rainbows), turn you into a depressed and colorful pile of goo, and make you wish you were a dung beetle.

You’ll definitely be happier with your current idea of what’s real, and no one likes to be a pile of goo, no matter the color. Believe me, I’ve asked several former-humans-now-piles of goo.

Hopefully this is enough to dissuade you from reading further. Actually, I would wager three nacho-flavored jackalopes that you’ll stop reading this book description right now.

If you’re still reading this, I have one question for you?

Why?

You should have moved on to another book already. Haven’t I been clear? Turn back now, while you still have a choice. Once you read this book, and you find out the truth about …

… them …

… they will hunt you and they will find you. You won’t even know you’ve been ensnared by their magic.

You will never be the same.

And you may end up like James Peters.

5 years after his father disappeared, James was still puzzled. The authorities had pronounced his father dead months after he’d vanished, but James knew he was still alive, he could feel it in his bones. It’s just that no one believes a 13-year-old.

Then, someone turned up …

… someone James had forgotten.

He was the only person around when James’ dad vanished, and the guy doesn’t want to have anything to do with James. But there’s more.

Weird things happen around the man.

Things that shouldn’t.

Things that look an awful lot like magic.

Will James figure out what happened to his father? Or will he end up suffering the same fate?

If you purchase this book to find out it may be the last sane thing you ever do.

Get it now.

But don’t say you haven’t been warned.