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For fourteen-year-old Eve Hallows, life can be summed up in one word—horrible. She has the most horrible friends. She lives in a horrible old castle. Even her family is a bunch of horrible monsters.
However, in the monster-inhabited world of Gravesville—a world where messages are sent through Ouija boards, jack-o’-lanterns get facials to suit their moods, and the worst thing Eve has to deal with are those annoying zombie tourists who overrun her favorite graveyard during the Halloween season—horrible means wonderful. And everything for Eve is perfectly horrible.
But her life is about to go head over heels when a mysterious group known as The Source starts terrorizing Gravesville. Now she must move to the human world—where everything is opposite ... and for Eve, that's absolutely adorable!
Eve Hallows and the Book of Shrieks Excerpt:
I crouched below the railing and held my breath. My parents stayed silent for a long time, probably trying to decide if they heard someone listening to them. Fortunately, this place made all sorts of noises at night—one of the benefits of living in a haunted castle. Even better, Uncle Mervin floated by with a book tucked under his arm, complaining to himself about how he couldn’t get any reading done with all that ruckus, and he poofed through the wall in search of a quieter location.
I eased out the breath that’d been burning up in my chest and waited for my parents to start talking again.
“Pizza?” Mom whispered. “What do you know about pizza?”
“Absolutely nothing, but that’s what they gave me. The place is called Ghoulicious Pizza.”
“You can turn into anything, and they want you to manage a pizza place?”
“They told me it was low-key, and that every human loves pizza, so chances are they won’t suspect anything.”
“And the murders?”
Hold on. Now this was getting interesting. The murders have been all over the news for the last few months. In school, the only thing we talked about more than the murders was the super-cool rock band the Ghastly Brothers—Nick Ghastly is perfectly horrible, by the way, I don’t care what Sally says.
Did my dad know who had been committing these murders? I stretched so far over the railing to listen that I nearly tipped over the side.
EVE HALLOWS AND THE BOOK OF SHADOWS (BOOK 2)
Ever since encountering The Source and its minions on Halloween, Eve Hallows has found life surprisingly quiet … not to mention adorably boring! So when Dad receives a Ouija message that she must return to Gravesville, Eve couldn't be happier—at least until she discovers the Director of URNS, also known as the Grim Reaper, has a special job for Eve … one that will lead her to New York City and to the true identity of The Source.
With The Book of Shrieks offering zero help and a new URNS agent driving the school boys—and Eve!—crazy, Eve's beginning to realize this whole saving-the-world nonsense isn't what it's cracked up to be.
All this and she still has to find The Book of Shadows....
Eve Hallows and the Book of Shadows Excerpt:
Mom's eyes seethed with anger. “And who exactly is this he?”
“The Director,” Dad said in a whisper that I couldn't even hear—and I was sitting right next to him.
“Who?” Mom asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Dad cleared his throat and gazed at Mom imploringly. “The Director.”
Though Mom was the one that could turn creatures into stone—petrifying she liked to call it—it was Dad's words that seemed to have that effect on Mom. Even her snakes recoiled at the sound of that name. “But he promised to—” She cut herself off and flashed a worried glance at me. Then, her gaze returned to Dad. “He promised us, Bill.”
I noticed a whole exchange going on between the two of them with their eyes, and I became angry. I hated being left out of a conversation, especially one about me. “Hello ...? Promised what?” I demanded.
Dad placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “There's something you should know about The Director.”
“What?” I asked. I didn't like his coddling tone one bit. It reminded me of the way he'd told me about us moving here. And that bit of information changed my life forever.
As he decided on the words to say, his face grew increasingly pale.
“Go ahead, Bill. Tell her. She needs to know,” Mom said. She had calmed down considerably, which did nothing to help the adorable feeling of ice-cold worms squiggling through my belly. Now I knew the news couldn't be good.
Dad grabbed my hand in both of his. “Eve, you see, the Director is the Grim Reaper. And—there's really no easy way to put this, sweetheart—but when you first came to us, he wanted you dead.”
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Robert Gray is a writer. If that job description doesn't impress you, how about fantasy writer? Too general? Well, he doesn't get insulted if you call him a horror writer. If horror's not your thing, then scratch out horror and replace it with suspense. And for the kiddies, you can slap on a YA or MG in front of that title.
Gray lives in Bushkill, Pennsylvania with his wife and two children.
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