- Wishes is a ghost story, but more than that, it is a tale of family relationships, overlapping love interests, and recrimination. It is a tale of unrealized connections, interwoven affiliations, irony, and fate. It is filled with the complexities and sub-plots of everyday life.It is the story of the Stahl and the Forcade families and how the actions of one woman came to bear upon her kin. It is a narrative not uncommon to many families, although its conclusion is wholly unnatural.Reminiscent of Ghost Story by Peter Straub, this new book, Wishes by G.W. Huber explores whether spite and revenge can survive beyond the grave. It asks the reader to consider the consequences of our actions beyond our realm of existence and if true evil might not hitch a ride on the coat tails of envy and revenge.- Morgan McGlade sipped Jameson from a rocks glass as he made his way through the upstairs hall of his home. The doctor lived in a large Victorian on one of the oldest streets in Hampton. The estate had been in his family for generations. In his younger days, he had devoted much of his time to its repair and renovation. After medical school, he'd relegated most of that effort to landscapers and contractors. These days, the lawn and garden were mostly overrun while a cleaning lady tended to the rest.Autumn was fast taking hold and Doctor McGlade was turning on the heat in unused rooms. The day's high had peaked at more than sixty, but tonight's low promised to be in the thirties. Earlier, he had seen fit to cover the inside of some windows with plastic insulation. That left the evening for making the trek to turn on radiators. Even if these rooms were empty, he couldn't risk the cold settling in.He supposed, as he stopped to fight off the stiffness of old bones with a bite of his Irish whiskey, that this was a rite of sorts. Not something to be consigned to others, this tradition of stoking the heat room to room was meant for the master of the house. Indeed, he could recall  accompanying his father on such excursions many years ago. There had been a new furnace or two since then, but he rejected the idea of central air conditioning. The practice in summer had always been ceiling fans and open windows, except in his office and a few other rooms where he had, in recent years, conceded to window a/c units. This minor acquiescence to cooling kept things comfortable enough in the warm season and the bulky old radiators could not, in his mind, be beat even by the two fireplaces he would tend later in winter.