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“Boy, I would love to have a movie,” Steven Spruill wishfully says of his new medical thriller, My Soul to Take (St. Martin’s Press, 295 pp., $5.50, paper), which is currently under option. Spruill, an Arlington resident, started writing sci-fi while studying clinical psychology at Catholic University, but switched genres because “frankly, science-fiction doesn’t really pay much.” Now, after 20 years as a novelist, Spruill seems permanently sidetracked from the psychology field—yet he’s still concerned with technical details. For My Soul to Take, he says in all seriousness, “[I contacted] a neurology expert and just picked her brain” for information. And he says his next book will use medical high-tech to do for vampires what Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park did for velociraptors. Still, Spruill may need to learn a thing or two from his capitalistic colleague if he wants to make it in Hollywood. Witness his plug for his latest book: “Go read it in the library. I love libraries,” he happily announces with barely a trace of self-interest.