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Zusatztext "Stunning." — Booklist Informationen zum Autor A two-time Pushcart nominee for poetry! Jacqueline West lives amid the bluffs of Red Wing! Minnesota! with her husband and their dog! Brom Bones. This is her fourth novel. Klappentext After something crucial goes missing from the strange old house on Linden Street! 11-year-old Olive and her friends must decide how to get it backNput their faith in a strange and dangerous magic! their odd new neighbors! or someone more uncertain and terrifying than both. Olive streaked toward the closest exit, a pair of doors that led not to the crowded front corridor, but to one of the school’s inner halls. She smacked through the doors, their heavy panels creaking open to let out the many running feet that came right behind her. Everyone shot out into the dark corridor, the cats racing protectively around Olive’s ankles, Morton reaching up to grab her gloved hand. They turned a corner into an even darker hall. Beneath their footsteps and her own gasping breath, Olive could hear the gym doors creaking open, releas-ing a blast of screams and laughter before whooshing shut again. . . . Leaving one more pair of footsteps to follow them into the darkness. OTHER BOOKS YOU MAY ENJOY The Books of Elsewhere: Volume 1: The Shadows Jacqueline West The Books of Elsewhere: Volume 2: Spellbound Jacqueline West The Books of Elsewhere: Volume 3: The Second Spy Jacqueline West Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Roald Dahl The Ghost’s Grave Peg Kehret Gilda Joyce, Psychic Investigator Jennifer Allison Matilda Roald Dahl Savvy Ingrid Law The Secret of Platform 13 Eva Ibbotson DIAL BOOKS FOR YOUNG READERS an imprint of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. 1 HOUSES ARE GOOD at keeping secrets. They shut out light. They muffle sounds. Some have musty attics and murky basements. Some have closets stacked with sealed boxes and locked rooms where no one ever goes. A house can stand with its windows curtained and its doors shut for decades—even centuries—without revealing a hint of what is hidden inside. The old stone house on Linden Street had kept its secrets for a very long time. For more than a hundred years, it had loomed at the crest of the hill, its towering black rooftops piercing a canopy of ancient trees. A pool of shadows surrounded the house, even on the sunniest days. Overgrown hedges enclosed its garden. Its deep-set windows were blurry and dark. Even in the height of summer, its stone walls exhaled a faint, grave-like chill, as though warmth and sunlight could never quite get in, and the darkness inside could never quite get out. But as this particular summer dwindled into autumn, and the ancient trees dropped their leaves, and the nights grew long and cool and dark, the secrets hidden in the old stone house seemed to rise, at long last, to the surface. On those lingering autumn evenings, dim red and purple lights began to glow from the house’s upper windows, where the silhouettes of watchful cats sat motionless on the sills. Cobwebs stretched across the porch. Headstones sprouted from the overgrown lawn, jutting up like crooked gray teeth. After sunset, when darkness covered the house, small, fiery faces flickered from the shadows around the front door. Neighbors walking down Linden Street had always walked a bit faster as they passed the old stone house. Now they ran. As for the people living inside those chilly stone walls: They were delighted to know that their house looked so frightening. It was almost Halloween, after all. • • • Inside the old stone house were the three Dunwoodys: Alec Dunwoody, a mathematician; Alice Dunwoody, another mathematician; and their daughter, Olive Dunwoody, who was about ...
