If you aren't sure who Ruby is, here's an excerpt from Furry and Freaked...
“You little minx! Two guys!” The familiar female voice shocked me. I tried to cover the fact that I was indeed sucking face with a guy almost two centuries deceased. But my uncoordinated feet had other plans. All in one move, I twisted, spun around, and took an ungraceful surge forward. My body fell one way and my cell phone the other. Isaac broke my fall. I pushed up from his very solid chest. He smiled crookedly at me. My heart betrayed me and skipped a little beat.
Clapping drew my attention. Ruby, the teenage ghost from Bridges Auditorium, nudged me with the toe of her blood-red, ankle-length, combat-style boots.
“I have to hand it to you, Valkyrie, that was pretty entertaining. I’ll give it an eight for ingenuity.”
“You’re dead. Go to the light!” I shouted at both of them. My supersonic Valkyrie powers hadn’t kicked in yet. Nothing happened.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, V-A-L-K-Y-R-I-E.” She dragged her pet name for me out. “But you can’t banish me. Him, you could banish”—she tossed her thumb in Isaac’s direction—“to the Netherworld, if you knew how, which you don’t.” She offered me a hand.
I accepted it and stood.
“I see the furball has competition,” Ruby snarked. She blinked and then was perched atop the fence post. Her long black-and-white-striped, stocking-clad legs swayed like a pendulum weighted by red punk boots.
Isaac teleported in behind her and poked her. “She is a spirit, but not? I do not understand.”
“You pick ’em bright, dontcha?” Ruby picked at her nails.
“Ruby, be nice.” I dusted the dirt from my jeans and walked closer to both ghosts. “Why are you here?” I asked as I folded my arms about my waist.
“I have all the time in the world to debate the matters of the universe, Valkyrie. You, on the other hand, don’t.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She hopped off the fence and stood inches from my face. I focused on the black eyeliner goop in the corners of her brown eyes.
“The Powers That Be felt you were a sorry excuse for a V-A-L-K-Y-R-I-E. and needed help. Ta-da! I’m your guide.”
“My guide?”
“Catch up, kid. Yes, you need training, and fast.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
“What can you say?”
“I’m not at liberty to say what I can or cannot say.” She grinned. “Face it, you’re clueless, you need me.”
“You little minx! Two guys!” The familiar female voice shocked me. I tried to cover the fact that I was indeed sucking face with a guy almost two centuries deceased. But my uncoordinated feet had other plans. All in one move, I twisted, spun around, and took an ungraceful surge forward. My body fell one way and my cell phone the other. Isaac broke my fall. I pushed up from his very solid chest. He smiled crookedly at me. My heart betrayed me and skipped a little beat.
Clapping drew my attention. Ruby, the teenage ghost from Bridges Auditorium, nudged me with the toe of her blood-red, ankle-length, combat-style boots.
“I have to hand it to you, Valkyrie, that was pretty entertaining. I’ll give it an eight for ingenuity.”
“You’re dead. Go to the light!” I shouted at both of them. My supersonic Valkyrie powers hadn’t kicked in yet. Nothing happened.
“Sorry to burst your bubble, V-A-L-K-Y-R-I-E.” She dragged her pet name for me out. “But you can’t banish me. Him, you could banish”—she tossed her thumb in Isaac’s direction—“to the Netherworld, if you knew how, which you don’t.” She offered me a hand.
I accepted it and stood.
“I see the furball has competition,” Ruby snarked. She blinked and then was perched atop the fence post. Her long black-and-white-striped, stocking-clad legs swayed like a pendulum weighted by red punk boots.
Isaac teleported in behind her and poked her. “She is a spirit, but not? I do not understand.”
“You pick ’em bright, dontcha?” Ruby picked at her nails.
“Ruby, be nice.” I dusted the dirt from my jeans and walked closer to both ghosts. “Why are you here?” I asked as I folded my arms about my waist.
“I have all the time in the world to debate the matters of the universe, Valkyrie. You, on the other hand, don’t.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She hopped off the fence and stood inches from my face. I focused on the black eyeliner goop in the corners of her brown eyes.
“The Powers That Be felt you were a sorry excuse for a V-A-L-K-Y-R-I-E. and needed help. Ta-da! I’m your guide.”
“My guide?”
“Catch up, kid. Yes, you need training, and fast.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
“What can you say?”
“I’m not at liberty to say what I can or cannot say.” She grinned. “Face it, you’re clueless, you need me.”
I am glad to see there will be another book by Kitty Keswick, I really enjoy her writing.
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