THE TURNING POINT BY CHRIS CURTIS

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"Riveting characters, and superb suspense, TTP tells the unpredictable paths our lives take. Mystery, magic, and heart-stirring moments, The Turning Point will truly move you."

"The Hollywood-obsessed Jadon West lands a dream job in the elegant Eden mansion, unaware of the secrets hidden behind one restricted door. Join Jadon as curiosity gets the best of him in this compelling, suspenseful adventure full of secrets, magic and hope."

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Following the brutal murder of his parents when he was only five years old, Jadon West is sent to live with his uncle in Redding, California, a far cry from England, the place of his birth. Living in the land of celebrities and motion pictures makes him yearn to become a Hollywood director. After graduating from high school, Jadon hopes to land a job allowing him to save enough money to attend UCLA. Jadon is soon hired as a butler at a beautiful Californian estate, in town called Diamond Lake. On his first day of the job, he is delighted with the elegant mansion, the servants, and Mrs. Eden, the owner of the house. But to his surprise, there is one facet of this seemingly normal life that doesn’t make sense. One room in the house must remain locked at all times-and Jadon is forbidden to enter it. Curiosity gets the best of him, however, and Jadon sneaks into the room only to unearth suspicious clues as to Mrs. Eden’s true identity-along with some mysterious objects that appear to be used for magic rituals. Just what has he gotten himself into? He’s about to find out…

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Chris Curtis is from Athens, Greece. He graduated from Columbia Academy in Vancouver with a degree in broadcasting and the performing arts.

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HARDCOVER BACK COPY

A few days later, my curiosity had consumed me.
I had to find out what was in that crazy room.

Around 11:30 at night, I slithered downstairs to get the

keys from the kitchen.

This time, I had my flashlight with me. As I got back upstairs,

I switched on the flashlight and slowly inched my way

toward the end of the hallway.

Only two steps away from the door, I heard a thumping sound

coming from inside the room. I nervously took the keys out

of my pocket and tried to unlock the door—but

it was already unlocked. When I went inside,

I flicked my flashlight on the walls, trying to

find the light switch. When I found it, I rapidly

flipped it and stood frozen for a moment, with my eyes

wide open, scouting the room. The hand that I had
grabbed was still there. But it was not a human

hand; it was the hand of a large doll sitting up

against the wall on a stool, with her arms extending out to each side

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