'The scream was awful — a horrible desolate cry … the child led my unresisting brother up the path and further into the tangled garden. Out of my sight.'
My name is Patrick Finnerty. I am fifteen and I'm losing my brother. A ghost is stealing him away. I know how crazy that sounds. But my brother, my twin, is going to die; I'm watching him die. No one else can see what's happening. What can I do? The answers seem to lie within the memory of a dream — between this world and the next. Within The Grey. But I don't want to go into The Grey. I don't want to. I've seen what it's like …
