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New York City-based wordsmith, A. Scott Boddie has a flair for writing fiction and high fantasy which makes him a sought after writer. His passion to create strong, fluid, and narrative driven books is highlighted in his works. Mr. Boddie received his BBA and MBA from Baker College before spending two decades working in the financial industry. At the age of 40, he left the corporate world to pursue his real passion -- writing. Since first reading “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak in grade school, he knew that he was meant to tell his fantastical stories to the world. Inspired by the likes of Toni Morrison, Alice Walker, David Sedaris, and Wally Lamb, Mr. Boddie creates characters with a unique voice and quirky personality -- characters who aren’t scared to share insecurities, fears, hopes, and dreams. Coming from a long line of oral storytellers, his natural ability to develop these characters through monologue and conversation make him one of the most intriguing writers of our time.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011



On Halloween night, three friends venture downtown to the New York City Halloween Parade. In the subway station Cherie, Ronald, and Bradford meet a young man named Willow, who has lost his boyfriend. In trying to help him, the friends find themselves in a surreal and supernatural night that ends with a horrific twist.

ISBN-13: 9781611522051
Author(s): A. Scott Boddie
Publisher: JMS Books LLC

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“Are you going to the Halloween parade?” Cherie asked Willow, ignoring Bradford.

“Yes, I’m looking for my boyfriend. We’re supposed to meet where Christopher Street forks into the Avenue of America and Greenwich.”

“So, you have a boyfriend,” Cherie flatly replied.

“Nice dude, you should come with,” Bradford said as he looked at the gang for confirmation.

“Sure, we’re getting off at 14th Street Union Station and walking down to Christopher Street,” Cherie interjected.

Bradford examined Willow very carefully. “You’re a little weird -- I like that. Who made your outfit, man? The makeup is flawless.”

“Some guys I met where we’re going, they did it all to me.”

“Sweet! Come on, guys, this is our stop.” Cherie grabbed Willow by the arm, pulled him toward the doors, and jumped out.

The train station pulsed with the walking dead, witches, werewolves, and humans in celebrity costumes.

“This is just like home,” Willow said to the gang.

“So, Willow,” Ronald broke in, “how long have you and your boyfriend been together?”

“Five years.”

“Why did you guys decide to meet in this crowd? You should’ve come together,” Cherie teased Willow, still holding his arm as they walked down 14th Street.

“We were separated -- it’s a very long story, I’m just wandering.”

“What’s his name?”


“Well, come along, we’ll get you down there in a jiffy.” Cherie jerked Willow’s arm, pulling him alongside her, right into the heart of the Halloween crowd.

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