Dear, Sweet Molly Malone
She’ll break your heart and eat your bones.
I’m Molly Malone. Yeah, yeah, yeah. THE ORIGINAL Molly Malone.
Two hundred years ago, I left Ireland to start a new life in America. You know, all that crap about fresh starts and big dreams. That didn’t happen for me. Nope. I was raped then murdered.
Then, for some friggen reason, I was resurrected from my after-life and cursed to exist as a soul-ripper. I’ve spent centuries eating the souls of murderers, pedophiles, and rapists; in spite of all that, I’ve still managed to keep my girlish figure.
That is until recently. That’s when I found myself possessing a foreign body. Like, literally, another chick’s body. She had just committed suicide after being the target of some maliciously foul bullying. When I gazed into her eyes—eyes very much like my own–I found my immortal soul falling into her empty shell.
Now, not only am I dealing with bullying from her spiteful classmates, I’m also fairly vulnerable to the other soul-rippers who hold a grudge against me. I guess you can say, all that shit-talking finally caught up with me. So now I gotta find a way to get out of this body before they find me; otherwise, my soul is totally fucked.
The Molly Malones is the third book in the Irish Bard series.