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Informationen zum Autor Christopher Pike is a bestselling young adult novelist and has published several adult books as well-- Sati and The Season of Passage being the most popular. In YA, his Last Vampire series--often called Thirst--is a big favorite among his fans. Pike was born in Brooklyn, New York, but grew up in Los Angeles. He lives in Santa Barbara, California, with his longtime partner, Abir. Currently, several of Pike's books are being turned into films, including The Midnight Club , which Netflix released as part of a ten-part series. The Midnight Club also draws from a half dozen of Pike's earlier works. Presently, The Season of Passage is being adapted as a feature film by Universal Studios while Chain Letter-- one of Pike all-time bestselling books--is also being adapted by Hollywood. At the moment, Pike is hard at work on a new YA series. Klappentext Are there fairies and gnomes? Leprechauns and elves? Most people, including Adam, would have said no. But one day a whole herd of magical creatures invades Spooksville. At first they play childish pranks, and Adam and his friends are happy to welcome them. But quickly the pranks turn cruel, and Adam, Sally, Watch, and Cindy are soon fighting for their lives. Where did these little people come from? How can Adam and his pals make them go away? Leseprobe Pan's Realm 1 THE GANG HAD NEVER GONE on a real picnic before. Not in a meadow with a proper basket of food and a blanket to lie on in the sun. It was Cindy Makey who suggested it would be fun to do it at least once before school started. And since no one else could think of anything better to do that day, a picnic it was. Their town, Spooksville, was surrounded by mountains and hills on three sides and the ocean on the fourth. It was in these wooded hills that they decided to have their picnic. There were many beautiful meadows in these woods. Meadows isolated enough that a person could pretend he or she was in the middle of nowhere. Places where evil could happen, and no one would be the wiser. Until it was too late. “I hope you didn’t put mayonnaise on my sandwich,” Watch said as Cindy began to empty the picnic basket on the yellow blanket they had brought. The meadow was filled with bright yellow daisies with black centers. Nearby a stream gurgled and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The surrounding trees were tall, heavy branched. Although they now sat in the sun, they had found the hike from the road through the woods rather chilly. The shadows were deep in these woods, and old. “Since when did you care what’s between two slices of bread?” Sally Wilcox asked Watch. “You used to be the most unpicky eater I know. Hey, Cindy, Adam—I remember the time Watch ate half a dozen uncooked eggs.” Cindy made a face and hooked her long blond hair behind her ears. “Is that true?” she asked Watch. “It was at Easter, an egg-eating contest,” Watch explained. “The eggs were painted different colors.” Sally smiled and pushed back her brown bangs. “So were the egg yolks. Only one had a normal yellow center. In fact, if I remember correctly, the one egg you didn’t eat eventually hatched and out popped a small reptilian creature that burrowed in the ground and eventually ate most of the local gophers.” Sally added, “I think the witch had something to do with those eggs.” “At least I won first prize in the contest,” Watch said, fiddling with his pocket calculator. He was working out calculations for a new telescope he was building. Watch, in addition to wearing four watches, usually carried a calculator, just as Sally usually carried a Bic lighter. “What was ...
