Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you’re dead.
Though I could not feel paper between my fingers, smell ink, or taste the tip of a pencil, I could see and hear the world with all the clarity of the Living. They, on the other hand, did not see me as a shadow or a floating vapor. To the Quick, I was empty air.
Or so I thought.

In the class of the high school English teacher she has been haunting, Helen feels them: For the first time in 130 years, human eyes are looking at her. They belong to a boy, a boy who has not seemed remarkable until now. And Helen–terrified, but intrigued–is drawn to him. The fact that he is in a body and she is not presents this unlikely couple with their first challenge. But as the lovers struggle to find a way to be together, they begin to discover the secrets of their former lives and of the young people they come to possess.

The winner of three Kay Snow Writing Awards, Laura Whitcomb pens a dark and fabulous tale sure to capture the imagination of fantasy fans everywhere. In the role of death escort, a Fetch is not supposed to step from Heaven back to Earth. A Fetch is not supposed to fall hopelessly in love with a mortal either. But Calder is a Fetch like no other. And when his actions land him amid the clash and clang of the Russian Revolution, he sets off a chain of events with dire consequences for both the living and the dead.