My Soul to Take

Some whacked game or pure evil? Eric Bator was a loser. Lanky, awkward, and painfully shy, especially around girls, he was easily out-shined by his little brother Ray (already a rock star on his middle school football team) at home and his best friend Michael de Vries, leading quarterback and top scholar at St. Therese High School. Whenever Michael came to dinner, which was often, Eric shrank and disappeared into the walls like a ghost. But all that was about to change. From the moment Slate Jake, tall, blonde and cool, so cool, burst into his life with a wide grin splitting his face and a switchblade in his hands, and an introduction to the universe of magic, nothing would ever be the same. Was this just some crazy whacked world of mysterious games Eric had entered, or had he freely stepped off the razor's edge into a malevolent universe of pure evil that kept pulling him in deeper and deeper and from which there was no escape?