Release Date: April 15, 2015
Foreword Reviews INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award Finalist!
Some endings are inevitable, but so are some stories.
Cora, the principal’s goth daughter, is not exactly popular Duke Meyer’s type. Still, Duke finds himself inexplicably drawn to her dark eyes and mysterious manner. She makes it clear she doesn’t return his admiration, but when a burst appendix lands Duke in the hospital, he and Cora will be forced to come together by the most unlikely intermediary: her eight-year-old brother, Jaime.
So begins an epic tale—that of Ghostboy, Chameleon and the Duke of Graffiti.
A tale of three normal kids who, against all odds, will become exceptional.
A tale of hopes and dreams, of indelible friendship and first love.
Ghostboy, Chameleon & the Duke of Graffiti is a gorgeous debut novel that will resonate with the thoughtful fans of John Green’s blockbuster The Fault in Our Stars.
** Liberties about the high school basketball season were taken to accommodate the storyline.
"Major book hangover...I fell in LOVE with every character, and it was so refreshing to read a book based off of a male main character." - Jenessa
“So who’s Chameleon?”
“Cora. Duh!”
“Cora?” I trilled. “She won’t want to be in our story.”
“She doesn’t have a choice. It’s my story.”
I gulped. Cora the chameleon, besides being an alliteration, sounded like a risky idea. “She’ll hate being the damsel in distress.”
“Too bad. I choose her. She’s Chameleon from now on.”
I was about to protest, but Jaime seemed dead set that his sister needed saving. I was fairly certain she would think it absurd. But then, I reminded myself we were talking about Chameleon, a fictional character, not Cora.
“Chameleon’s power is that she can blend into the landscape,” he said.
“So she’s kind of invisible like you?”
“Yep. She is my sister after all.”
“In the story too?”
He nodded without hesitation.
“Does she control it, or does it just happen to her?” I asked.
“It’s Cora. She controls everything.”
I chuckled. “Why does she want to disappear?”
“Because she’s scared.” He was twirling something between his fingers—a small, silver hoop. Probably one of Cora’s.
“Scared of what?” I asked, keeping my attention on the hoop. He buried it in his palm.
“Scared of being found.”
I could feel my brow lift. “By whom?”
“By the bad guy. Duh.”
“Oh. So now we have a bad guy?” I asked, smiling.
“Every story has to have a bad guy.”
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