GRAVENHUNGER MANOR 2. GRAVENHUNGER MANOR Phoenix blinked back the sunlight that was streaming towards him and looked at the clock on the dashboard. Only eleven o’clock, and even with all the windows open the car was like an oven. Perhaps they really were in for a heatwave this summer. It certainly felt that way. “You’ve been spark out for nearly two hours,” said his father, glancing across at him. “Didn’t you get much sleep last night?” He swung the car down a narrow lane bordered by low hedges and clumps of yellow gorse. “Were you thinking about what I told you last night? About your mum and Gravenhunger Manor, I mean? D’you want to talk about it?” Phoenix shook his head. “No thanks, Dad. It’s cool, OK.” His father raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure? It must have been a bit of a shock.” A bit of a shock. It was the same expression his mother had used in her letter.
