L. Lafevers To true blue friends who stand by you through thick and thin. In other words, to Mary Hershey, a most excellent friend. CHAPTER ONE THE GREAT AWI BUBU *** MARCH 23, 1907 I HATE BEING FOLLOWED. I especially hate being followed by a bunch of lunatic adults playing at being occultists. U...
L. Lafevers TO ERIC, FOR ALL THOSE HAPPY HOURS WE SPENT SITTING ON THE FLOOR, PLAYING THE ANIMAL GAME --R.L.L. TO JOHN, A BROTHER EXPLORER --K.M. Chapter One It was one of the most important moments in Nathaniel Fludd's young life, and he was stuck ...
Although I usually slept much better in my own comfortable bed than in the sarcophagus, I'd ended up tossing and turning the whole night. Trying to put the time to good use, I'd come up with a couple of plans of action. I loved having plans. They gave me hope. Plan #1: Rid museum of newest vile s...
"How do you know this?"I fished in my pocket and handed him the ransom note. "They left this on my pillow."He raised his eyebrows but said nothing as he took the note from me. After reading it, he gave a brisk nod. "Chaos, of course. But what is this Emerald Tablet they are demanding?""Perhaps we...
According to their report, Will never returned to the churchyard. Worried, I reminded myself that Sticky Will was very good at taking care of himself. He'd had lots of practice, and if he could survive the Seven Dials, he could survive anything. Wigmere sent me and Henry back to the museum in one...