About the Book
Aeron Lorelei is a young woman with a troubled past and a troubling gift. Blessed and cursed with the ability to sense the feelings, past, and future of those around her, Aeron lived as a misfit child. When she was sixteen, she took the blame for the death of her best friend’s little brother. Eleven years later she’s released from the correctional facility and must go back to her hometown–the scene of the crime that no one has forgotten.
But Aeron must deal with more than just animosity. Someone in town is abducting and killing young girls. Aeron becomes the number one suspect and her distant father, the specter of her grandmother, and her mysterious psychiatrist must work together to discover the real killer. To prove her innocence, Aeron is forced to use the gift she has spent her life hiding.
“The twists and turns kept things interesting and always moving forward. Even events that you wouldn’t expect to be related to the crime were deftly folded into the plot and given purpose. At no point did I think, ‘Well, that was a nice scene, but what does it have to do with solving these murders’ It all made sense. It was crafted well.” — Carleen Spry, Frivolous Views
“Jody Klaire’s debut novel is an exhilarating rush, a cross between the best of X Files and Orange in the New Black. Fast-paced, sharp, and very, very smart.” — Marissa Cohen, She Magazine
“I’m not giving anything away but, The Empath is a taut tense thriller proving that there is two sides to every story and that everybody has their armour. How this series isn’t in mainstream bookshops I don’t know… Bring on book two!” — The Book Lovers Library
“I have just finished reading The Empath by Jody Klaire, of this Cloud. And it has swept me away. Her vivid writing overflows with compassion, as Aeron Lorelei, outcast in the worst possible way, and inmate in a mental institution as we meet her, struggles to control gifts I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Through her fear, loneliness, humour and sheer guts, the reader is drawn with her every step of the way. And did I mention the plot? No, you can find that out for yourself! Aeron is a truly unique character, beautifully brought to life by Jody, as are each of her supporting cast, in an atmospheric setting that is itself an actor in the drama.” — John Taylor, Review
In the Media
MY PROBLEM IS that I know too much.
I see things. I can tell a person’s life from their jewelry, I can read other people like you would read the morning newspaper. Plus, I can displace ailments, heal and wound . . . and none of it is voluntary.
I’m different and for some people being different is what makes the world love them. They have talents that everyone else wishes they had. Hell, they might even be a genius of some kind.
I don’t know how to stop it and I sure as hell can’t control it. When I try to explain these “burdens” to people, I either become a freak-show, a threat, or they think I’m just another crazy person, which is why I am now in a secure mental facility and have been since the age of sixteen. I murdered someone—at least, I think I did. The authorities found me guilty of manslaughter.
My name is Aeron Lorelei. Aeron, because right up until birth, the family thought I was a boy and my father wanted a boy more than anything, a son called Aaron. They were all pretty disappointed when I appeared and at a loss of what to name me, they changed the A to an E and so I got a name that stuck out as much as I did.
Not that any of that matters anymore since I was convicted as no one in my family will admit I exist. Aeron, the odd runt who talked to animals and wandered around telling people things about themselves they didn’t want known. Who’d want that kind of gossip?
I mean, my family tried . . . really tried. I was even sent to a priest once. They thought some holy water and chanting was going to fix me right up but the priest was actually kinda nice. Still, I didn’t tell him a thing. Even back then I knew that my family and the local folks figured me for a freak.
They were probably right all things considering. Look where I ended up, wearing orange and sitting ‘round in a concrete tomb with a bunch of other misfits.
I share my cell with a woman named Lori. She’s a bulky woman with mad professor hair. Now, Lori murdered her entire family as they slept and I don’t think she even knows why. I can see this nasty dark cloud over her, its slimy tentacles leeching away her sanity. I could get rid of it for her but then I’d have to figure out what to do with it. Besides, it’s been attached for so long that it would leave a great big crater in her mind. Sure, they’d free her, they would say she had responded to whatever “miracle drug” they were dishing out this month.
Then, when she was out in the world, that great big hole would attract a different leech . . . Someone else could get hurt and it’d be my fault, like always.
So I do nothing but watch her getting fed on by the cloud over her head. It sounds cold, doesn’t it? I know, but I don’t believe in messing with the future, in messing with people. No one should have that kind of power or knowledge.
So, like I said, I know too much, and the last thing I want is to have more blood on my hands.