A Touch of Ruckus by Ash Van Otterloo
Cover art by Steffi Walthall
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A Touch of Ruckus by Ash Van Otterloo
Cover art by Steffi Walthall
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The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud
Cover art by Mike Heath
The Night Gardener by Jonathan Auxier
Cover art by Patrick Arrasmith
read elza’s review of The Screaming StaircaseWhen entering a house occupied by a Visitor, it’s always best to get in quick. That’s one of the first rules you learn. Never hesitate, never linger on the threshold. Why? Because, for those few seconds, it’s not too late.
Serafina and the Black Cloak by Robert Beatty
Cover art by Alexander Jansson
The Peculiar by Stefan Bachmann
Cover art by Thierry Lafontaine
There was a picture of such a serpent in the margin. Stella studied it wistfully. It looked large enough to swallow an elephant, and had a hungry expression. A serpent of that size could easily swallow a person, an Aunt for example, as easily as kiss your hand. Several Aunts, probably. It looked sufficiently hungry.
There was a picture of such a serpent in the margin. Stella studied it wistfully. It looked large enough to swallow an elephant, and had a hungry expression. A serpent of that size could easily swallow a person, an Aunt for example, as easily as kiss your hand. Several Aunts, probably. It looked sufficiently hungry.
Hidden beneath the high-society Vanderbilt family and their rich guests, Serafina and her pa secretly live in the basement of the Biltmore Estate. Staying out of sight is easy for Serafina, whose uncanny ability to slink through the shadows aids her job as self-appointed rat catcher. Tensions run high at the Biltmore Estate when children begin to disappear, but only Serafina has witnessed the cloaked criminal who lurks after dark.
More and more she wondered what it would be like to have some sort of secret friend who her pa didn’t know about, someone she could talk to about things, but she didn’t tend to meet too many children her age skulking through the basement in the dead of night.
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