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Zusatztext Praise for Kelley Armstrong: “Witty and original. She’s at her best when examining the all-too-human dilemmas of being superhuman.” The Globe and Mail “[No Humans Involved is] hard-to-put-down entertainment.” Booklist Informationen zum Autor Kelley Armstrong is the author of the internationally bestselling series, Women of the Otherworld . In 2007, she launched a mainstream crime fiction series with Exit Strategy , which was published simultaneously in Canada, the United States, and the UK. Kelley Armstrong lives in rural Ontario with her husband and three children. Klappentext After years of frequent moves following her mother's death! Chloe Saunders's life is finally settling down. She is attending art school! pursuing her dreams of becoming a director! making friends! meeting boys. Her biggest concern is that she's not developing as fast as her friends are. But when puberty does hit! it brings more than hormone surges. Chloe starts seeing ghosts-everywhere! demanding her attention. After she suffers a breakdown! her devoted aunt Lauren gets her into a highly recommended group home. At first! Lyle House seems a pretty okay place! except for Chloe's small problem of fearing she might be facing a lifetime of mental illness. But as she gradually gets to know the other kids at the home-charming Simon and his ominous! unsmiling brother Derek! obnoxious Tori! and Rae! who has a "thing” for fire-Chloe begins to realize that there is something that binds them all together! and it isn't your usual "problem kid” behaviour. And together they discover that Lyle House is not your usual group home either... 12 years earlier... Mommy forgot to warn the new baby-sitter about the basement. Chloe teetered on the top step, chubby hands reaching up to clutch both railings, her arms shaking so much she could barely hang on. Her legs shook too, the Scooby Doo heads on her slippers bobbing. Even her breath shook, puffing like she’d been running. “Chloe?” Emily’s muffled voice drifted up from the dark basement. “Your mom said the Coke’s in the cold cellar, but I can’t find it. Can you come down and help me?” Mommy said she’d told Emily about the basement. Chloe was sure of it. She closed her eyes and thought hard. Before Mommy and Daddy left for the party, she’d been playing in the TV room. Mommy had called, and Chloe had run into the front hall where Mommy had scooped her up in a hug, laughing when Chloe’s doll poked her eye. “I see you’re playing with Princess–I mean, Pirate Jasmine. Has she rescued poor Aladdin from the evil genie yet?” Chloe shook her head, then whispered. “Did you tell Emily about the basement?” “I most certainly did. No basements for Miss Chloe. That door stays closed.” When Daddy came around the corner, Mommy said, “We really need to talk about moving, Steve.” “Say the word and the sign goes up.” Daddy ruffled Chloe’s hair. “Be good for Emily, kiddo.” And then they were gone. “Chloe, I know you can hear me,” Emily yelled. Chloe peeled her fingers from the railing and stuck them in her ears. “Chloe!” “I c-can’t go down there,” Chloe called. “I-I’ m not allowed.” “Well, I’m in charge and I say you are. You’re a big girl.” Chloe made her feet move down one step. The back of her throat hurt and everything looked fuzzy, like she was going to cry. “Chloe Saunders, you have five seconds or I’ll drag you down here and lock the door.” Chloe raced down the steps so fast her feet tangled and she tumbled into a heap on the landing. She lay there, ankle throbbing, tears burning her eyes as she peered into the basement, with its creaks and smells and shadows. And Mrs. Hobb. There’d been others, before Mrs. Hobb scared them away. Like old Mrs. Miller, who’d play peek-a-bo...
