The Adventures of Jillian Spectre
Welcome to the Mystic Quarter…Jillian Spectre knows what happens after you die.Because the seventeen-year-old mystic seer can see the future of her clients even after they've passed on. And that's not even her coolest power…She can be in two places at once. Problem is, her heart can only be in one.Supernatural abilities aside, she's a typical high school senior torn between two guys. But that takes a back burner when she discovers the father she had long assumed was dead is actually alive, with unique powers of his own. He's a technopath, with the ability to interface his mind with technology. And he's got a plan to take down society.Unless Jillian can stop him.This is the story of a very special girl who learns that the power of love is more important than supernatural powers.
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The Adventures of Jillian Spectre
Welcome to the Mystic Quarter
NIC TATANO
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For Myra, my redheaded muse.
Contents
As after school activities go, seeing the future beats the hell out of soccer practice.
Yeah, that’s my gift, my blessing. Or, depending on your point of view, my curse. Because I can see everyone’s future.
Except my own.
Meanwhile, my gift just took a very strange, and frankly very frightening turn. More about that later.
I say later because I sense that since you discovered I have a window to the future, you’ll want to know about your own and couldn’t care less about my problem. But before we go any further and you start asking questions like, “Will the married man I’m dating really leave his wife?” (No, dumbass. You don’t need a psychic for that.) I should introduce myself. I’m Jillian Spectre, seventeen-year-old crystal ball chick of the neighborhood. Said neighborhood is a bit unusual in that just about everyone who lives here has some sort of otherworldly talent. It’s New York City’s paranormal section. Little Italy has its Italian food, Chinatown has Asian culture, Queens has its chop shops, and we’ve got the real version of the Sci-Fi channel. (Don’t correct me. I know they changed their logo to Syfy, but it looks like it should be pronounced “siffee” and I refuse to accept it.) Our block is your one-stop shop for mediums, mystic seers, telepaths, and, for you fans of Shirley MacLaine, past life regression hypnotists. Some legit, some not. The con artists who tried to open a ghostbusters shop down the street failed miserably and the place is now a pizza parlor.
Anyway, I’m sought after for my dead-on romantic readings of the future by every lovesick person in Manhattan, while my flaming red hair, sea foam green eyes and sparkling personality is Velcro to all the lovesick crash test dummies in my high school. I’m not the hottest girl on campus by any means, though this five foot five slender collection of freckles with a pug nose can turn a head when I get all gussied up. But for whatever reason I attract the shallow end of the male dating pool like a bug zapper draws in mosquitoes. I’m a teenage version of Miss Liberty; give me your tired, your poor, your geeky, your sophistication challenged…you know the type.
Back to my talent, which hit me like a ton of bricks when I turned fourteen. I come from a long line of mystic seers, and on that particular birthday my mother Zelda (yeah, I know, talk about a stereotypical name for someone who reads the future) presented me with my first crystal ball. The ensuing torrent of views from the future knocked me for a loop until she taught me how to focus and control things. At sixteen I was inducted into the family business, and now for two hours after school I endure a parade of sexually frustrated housewives, lonely single men, and generally unattractive people who don’t have enough personality to work at the Department of Motor Vehicles. (By the way, as an apprentice I can only read romance right now, so, unlike my mother, I don’t have clients who want to know about their careers.) I can see exactly five years into the future, so my talent is not all encompassing, but enough to satisfy those who need a romantic lifeline. As for the people with no shot at finding a significant other (or even a friend with benefits), I’ve developed a wonderful talent of giving them false hope, even though the crystal ball says, “Seriously, Jillian? Fuhgeddaboudit! Give this poor schlub his money back.”
