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Mrs. Gandalf Campbell and her son, Mitch P. Campbell, die in a car crash on their way home. Mercifully, they wake up in Heaven.

Relatives who died years earlier greeted them at the Square — except for Edmund. Mitch is ordered to go look for his little brother and bring him home. A former schoolmate—a school bully—serves as Mitch’s guide in the Heavens. But the things Mitch is discovering about people back on earth, especially his own family, make him question whether he’s in Heaven after all.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Campbell goes straight to God’s house to seek answers. It doesn’t go well. When she threatens to follow God everywhere He goes, they reach an agreement: Edmund must face trial in the Courthouse of Heaven, and Mrs. Gandalf Campbell will be the only juror.

She accepts the challenge to deliver a verdict. However, if God thinks only humans have secrets, He’d better think twice. For it is written: One day, everything shall be laid bare for all eyes to see and all ears to hear.


I was born and raised on a beautiful farm in northwestern Haiti. My childhood was ordinary. There wasn’t much to do, especially for me, except feed the livestock. We had all kinds: chickens, lambs, goats, donkeys, pigs, horses, and mules. At one point we even had a few turkeys. It was a nightmare to handle them; they’re loud and they shit everywhere.

I began school when I was seven. I would have grown up illiterate had it not been for a divine intervention. The school was far, about ten miles back and forth. Two years later in the local school, my father sent for me and I moved to the big city. At the time, it was everyone’s dream to move to Port-au-Prince.

My first day in my new school was a nightmare. Nobody liked me. I was like a lost alien. They began calling me names—and I will not indulge you by telling you which names I’ve been called. Let’s just leave it alone.

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“All great men rise and fall. But history teaches these
baboons nothing for the next generation falls into the same
cadence. So I will not go down alone — not while there is
still time. Not while there’s still new ideas, new roles, new
technologies, new governments, new career opportunities, not
while there is still history to be made. I will walk over the
cold corpses of these men and women who were once brave and
mighty, handsome and beautiful, powerful and accomplished,
upon their decaying bodies I will retrieve their one true
worth: their souls. For mankind has leapt into falling in love
with everything I hold most dear. So, I simply respond in
kindness, Counselor.”

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