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Calling Jackie psychic makes her cringe. But Jackie’s no normal seventeen-year-old. She picks up emotions from people and objects like a freak. The emotions make her sick, and the guilt she feels for lying to her church when she was twelve causes her to deny her psychic abilities.
But when her jealous friend Trish invites a demon to help her steal Jason’s love for Jackie, Jackie must learn how to use her gift to protect Jason and herself and to heal the negative energies around them. To do so means she must overcome her guilt and accept who she is before the demon claims her soul.


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After an aging church member accuses Jackie and her great-grandmother of being witches, Jackie travels to Russia to uncover her great-grandmother’s past. Was she an evil witch or someone blessed with healing light? Until Jackie learns the truth about her great-grandmother, and ultimately about herself, her future with David, the young seminarian, hangs in the balance.



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The following reviews are from Goth Girl Virgin Queen, the previous title and edition of this book.


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Some of the kids at school—the ones she didn’t hang out with—called her Goth Girl. Some, whose memories wouldn’t die, called her VQ for Virgin Queen.

Jackie preferred Goth Girl, to be one of the living dead, to be numb to the emotions that plagued her. But this was what she wanted, not what she got.
Goth Girl or Virgin Queen, she was a freak, absorbing the emotions around her like a sponge. Sometimes the emotions made her sick. Sometimes they made her see things.

Because of this, she kept to a tight-knit group of friends—Jason, Zeta, and Trish—and avoided social activities. She attended Ravenwood High only because Mom wouldn’t let her homeschool. Mom was afraid she’d hang with Babu all day, making piroshki and doing needlepoint instead of studying. Jackie, afraid of what life offered a freak like her beyond high school, had to admit that hanging with Babu all day was tempting.

Typically, Fridays were movie nights for her best friend, Jason, and her, but tonight would be different. Tonight, she’d subject herself to a hodgepodge of emotions from crowds and rides and the very ground she’d walk on to protect him. For this, she would need physical and spiritual strength, which she sought these days from Babu.

Babu’s door was cracked, and Jackie slowly pushed the door open. “Babu?” She had quit calling her great-grandmother “Prababulya” years ago, and instead shortened her name to Babu.

The room smelled of beeswax and down. A candle burned on the shrine on the dresser. The flickering flame animated the icon of the Virgin of Vladimir and cast shadows across the picture of Babu, Grandma, Mom, and Jackie.

Although Babu didn’t speak English, and Jackie didn’t understand much Russian, Jackie knew Babu kept that picture on her shrine to pray for Grandma, who passed away several years ago; for Mom, who divorced Dad; and for the girl who saw the Virgin when she was twelve—for the girl she had become as a teen.

Babu sat in bed, a country quilt spread over her legs, her thumb pressed against a knot of her prayer rope, her head bowed sleepily, and her lips wording prayers.

“I wanted to say good-bye,” Jackie whispered.

Babu crossed herself and then smiled at Jackie, her gold eyetooth shining from the light of the bed-stand lamp She patted the empty space beside her. “Sadis.”

Jackie sat down beside Babu at the edge of the bed and took Babu’s hand in hers. Babu’s hand was warm and knotted with arthritis. Jackie rubbed her thumb over the bumps on Babu’s knuckles. Her black fingernails were a sharp contrast to Babu’s pale skin.

She wasn’t afraid to touch Babu’s hands and absorb her emotions. Jackie got a good feeling from her. Babu filled Jackie’s inner vision with white light. She renewed her spirit. And this is what Jackie needed for the commitment she had made for tonight.

“Kuda idosh’” Babu asked.

“I’m going out, with Jason,” Jackie said as if Babu understood her. This is how they communicated—Babu telling her stuff she couldn’t understand and Jackie telling Babu stuff she couldn’t understand. Somehow they carried on fine this way.

“Vsevo kharoshevo,” Babu said in a comforting tone. She cupped her hands around Jackie’s face and pulled her forehead to her lips. Jackie imagined Babu’s kiss imprinted on her forehead and carrying Babu’s blessings and love with her tonight.