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    Ghost Doll and Jasper
    Ghost Doll and Jasper
    Ghost Doll and Jasper
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    Ghost Doll and Jasper

    By Fiona McDonald

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    What happens when a broken doll is touched by stardust? She becomes a ghost doll, of course! The newly awakened Ghost Doll and her companion Jasper, a mangy black cat, set off in search of a safe place to live. But the city is new and dangerous territory for Ghost Doll (who fell asleep in quieter times). The noise and rush of traffic terrifies her, and as for the new style of toy—complete with computer chip and battery—she can’t think of anything worse. But there is something far more sinister and dangerous lurking in the city. Someone else witnessed the falling star and is anxious to get a hold of the fragment—and Ghost Doll—for his own evil purposes. How will Ghost Doll and Jasper escape their hunter and find a home where they both are safe and loved?

    Fiona McDonald has created a visually stunning and poignantly told story about an unlikely friendship and the importance of feeling secure and wanted. Ghost Doll and Jasper is an Edward Gorey-esque graphic novel for kids—sure to captivate and enchant as the ethereal Ghost Doll and her alley cat Jasper embark on an adventure full of magic, suspense, and, most importantly, friendship.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSky Pony
    Release dateOct 8, 2012
    ISBN9781620879061
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      Ghost Doll and Jasper - Fiona McDonald

      Chapter 1

      In an old part of town,

      on a long forgotten street,

      in a house with no door,

      full of dark and musty corners, lay a dirty, battered doll.

      How many years she'd been there, no one could tell. Spiders had covered her with cobwebs and dust lay like a blanket over her, keeping her warm. Mice crept across the floor and sometimes scuttled over her body, plucking her hair for their nests. Beetles nibbled her fingers and toes while the winter wind blew dead leaves and empty food packets through the door. But the doll lay still and uncomplaining, oblivious to everything.

      Until one night…

      …when a star exploded and sent its powerful fragments showering through the atmosphere. One tiny spark fell through a hole in the roof and landed on the doll's forehead.

      It sank through the fragile plastic—she had been one of the first to be made in that marvelous new material—and deep within the empty eye sockets, old memories flickered into life.

      The doll awoke.

      What a sleep! So many dreams; how refreshing. She jumped up and spun around, light as the stardust she now was.

      The house was dark. Where was everybody? Where was her little girl? The doll wanted to share the dreams she'd had of flowers and picnics and tea parties with her.

      The house was dark. Where was everybody? Where was her little girl? The doll wanted to share the dreams she'd had of flowers and picnics and tea parties with her.

      The rooms smelled cold and damp and lonely. The furniture was gone. The wallpaper hung in strips off the walls. How long had she slept? The doll went upstairs. The bedrooms were empty. No beds, no curtains, no toys. What had happened? The doll flitted from room to room. In Lucy's room, there was still the old wardrobe with its heavy mirror. The doll approached slowly—a suspicion had been growing in her. The wardrobe was bare, and there was not a sign that a little girl had once used it. No party dresses, hats, shoes, or pink hair ribbons.

      The long mirror was dark, reflecting back the cobwebs and stood before it and gasped. She was different. She was white and shining. Her legs had disappeared and her body was transparent. She'd become a ghost!

      Crystal tears streamed down her pale cheeks, and she crumpled to the floor like an old tissue. How had this happened? Why had she been left behind? And why was she awake now?

      Then she heard it. Ever so quietly, something was walking around downstairs. Ghost Doll sprang from the floor and dashed to the top of the steps. She was floating! Zooming! No feet, no legs, and she could go fast and as silent as the dead. She couldn't help giggling; it was quite fun.

      Ghost Doll peered over the rickety banister. Perhaps her girl had come back for her after all. She'd come back to find her special doll and take her to a new house. But there was no little girl standing in the room below. At first, Ghost Doll couldn't see anyone there. Then she heard the faint noise again, a slight movement, a gentle breath. In the far corner where she herself had been lying for so long, now lay a mangy black cat.

      Just a cat, thought Ghost Doll, disappointedly. Looking for shelter perhaps. It certainly hadn't belonged to the family. Mother had been allergic to animals, so there'd never been one in the house. Nasty, dirty things, Father had said. Ghost Doll had been inclined to agree with him, but she remembered how her little Lucy had wanted a pet so much. With that thought in mind, Ghost Doll silently drifted down the stairs.

      The cat was busy cleaning its leg. Drops of something dark fell to the floor: blood. Ghost Doll felt a pang of sympathy for the cat. It was hurt.

      Kitty, kitty, she called. The cat whirled around in a blur of black fur and sharp claws. Ghost Doll crept closer. Kitty, kitty, she called again. It's all right, I won't hurt you.

      The cat backed further into the corner, its back arched and its tail swelled out like a toilet brush, hissing and spitting. Ghost Doll could see more blood oozing out of a long gash on its upper leg. The poor cat had been in a fight.

      Come on, kitty, she coaxed, floating closer. The cat lashed out, and its paw sank through the doll's body. The cat cowered in fear. What was this new threat? he wondered. Ghost Doll reached out and put one finger on the tip of the cat's nose. Perhaps a speck of stardust lingered on her finger, because suddenly the cat relaxed. The two stared at each other for a whole minute.

      What on earth are you? asked the cat.

      What do you mean, ‘what on earth are you?’ I'm a doll, said Ghost Doll, annoyed.

      Uh, not meaning to be rude, said the cat, but you are a bit see-through.

      Well, I'm rather old, I think, said the doll. And what are you doing in my house?

      Your house? said the cat. I didn't think anyone lived here anymore.

      Well,I do, replied the doll. Let's see your wounds. You happen to be dripping blood all over my wooden floor, and it will stain.

      The cat gave her an odd look, but let Ghost Doll gently prod and poke him. She used spiderwebs to clean the cuts and bites.

      Well, I'll be off now, said the cat, limping towards the door.

      You can't go out like that, said the doll. Your wounds will get infected, and you could freeze to death. Stay here, just for the night. The

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