Eric Gregory and the Devil's Door: a Hell of a Book

Publisher Marketing: It was past midnight when I finally found the 'Devils Door', and that was the easy part. Now I just had to open it. It seemed like an impossible task, but it had taken me a lifetime to get this far and I couldn't give up now. Behind that door lay secrets stretching back to the dawn of time, secrets that in the wrong hands could tear the world apart. As the last of the 'Others' it was my destiny to recover those secrets and place them where they could never be found. Why me, you may ask? To understand that you must accompany me on a journey; a journey from my ninth birthday until today. When I was nine, my grandparents gave me a Wizard's outfit complete with a Wishing Stick, and a Daydream Book. In my childish imagination they all worked, after all they were magic, and I believed in magic. But as I grew up I began to realize that there was no such thing as magic, and when I stopped believing, the magic stopped working. So I put childish things to one side and became a grown up. Did I believe all the things that you are going to read about? Most of them, but then again when my story starts I still believed my grandfather was a wizard. I am much wiser now, but there were many things that happened to me, that I still can't explain.