Menacing Manor (The Sinister Summer Series, Band 4) - Softcover

Buch 4 von 5: The Sinister Summer Series

White, Kiersten

 
9780593570043: Menacing Manor (The Sinister Summer Series, Band 4)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0593570049 ISBN 13: 9780593570043
Verlag: Random House Children's Books, 2023

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Book four in the tragic series about the Sinister-Winterbottom twins, who must solve one wretched mystery after the next, brought to you by #1 New York Times bestselling author KIERSTEN WHITE. The electrifying penultimate adventure finds the Sinister-Winterbottoms at the manor of Mr. Frank and Dr. Stein!

After escaping from Edgaren’t and Dr. Jay, the Sinister-Winterbottoms and their friends arrive at Stein Manor Science Camp. They all work together to distract the friendly teenage camp director so they can explore and look for clues about where their parents might be.

Meanwhile, Theo and Alexander settle on a daring plan. They know exactly where Edgaren’t is going to be: coming for them, and the books. This time, they’ll be ready. This time, they’ll get answers. And this time, they won’t trust the adult in charge, which is easy enough when it’s enormous, lurking, unfriendly Mr. Frank. But as they get closer to opening the books and their parents’ histories, an unexpected foe is watching everything they do. . . .

Fake volcanoes! Real sea caves! Strangely modified frogs! Startling betrayal! And a lightning-struck manor! all combine for the electrifying penultimate Sinister Summer adventure.

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Kiersten White has never been a lifeguard, camp counselor, or spa masseuse, but she is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty books, including Wretched Waterpark, the first book in the Sinister Summer series, and Beanstalker and Other Hilarious Scarytales. She lives with her family near the beach and keeps all her secrets safely buried in her backyard, where they are guarded by a ferocious tortoise named Kimberly.

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One


The Sinister-Winterbottom children had no problems.

Their summer was rolling along as merrily as a summer could, endless days and warm nights perfumed with sunscreen and bug spray, drenched in fun and relaxation.

Theo was well on her way to precisely calloused feet that allowed her to walk on hot pavement without feeling it. Alexander was well on his way to reading through an entire library’s worth of mystery novels. Wil was well on her way to doing whatever sixteen-year-old sisters do on their phones all day, but doing it while lying out on a patio lounge chair instead of holed up in her bedroom. And they were all fueled by a steady supply of perfectly baked cookies and the occasional robot-battle break supplied by their parents.

Yes, nothing had gone wrong. No one was scared or worried. Their parents were exactly how parents should be during the summertime: there when you needed them for a meal or scraped knee or library run or movie night, and otherwise minding their own business as you minded your own absolutely delicious lack of business.

“No.” Alexander sighed and opened his eyes. It was too absurd to imagine. If he was going to fantasize a different summer for them, he should have given Theo wings. She’d always wanted wings, while Alexander was happy to stay on the ground. There were more than enough things for him to worry about down here; he didn’t want to have to start thinking of all the bad things that could happen if he added soaring through the skies to his daily activities. Territorial birds, flying through swarms of bees, collisions with drones, air sickness. See, there he was, already afraid of what could happen in a scenario he would literally never be in.

“No, what?” Theo asked. She was hunched over the pile of locked books. Seven books, to be exact, with seven family names on them. Each with a tiny, perfect, unpickable lock. But she would defeat these locks. When Theo set her mind to something, her focus and determination were fearsome to behold.

“I was trying to imagine us into a normal summer.”

While Alexander was worried, Theo was mad. Along with Wil, they were crammed into a van with five new friends: Edgar Widow from Fathoms of Fun, Lucy and Mina Blood from the Sanguine Spa, Quincy Graves from Texas, and Henry Hyde from Camp Creek (who was only sort of their friend since he wasn’t very friendly). The aggressively borrowed vehicle bumped and squeaked and grumbled down dark roads as they left Dr. Jay and her terrible braindyeing, and Edgaren’t and his terrible Edgaren’tness behind.

They had also left the keys to these books behind, in the clutches of Edgaren’t. It was all aggravating, which was a type of annoying that was so annoying it made you angry.

Theo imagined wings for herself, pictured soaring above the van, looping through the skies. Looking for threats and handily defeating them. She couldn’t hold on to the fantasy, though, any more than Alexander could hold on to a dream of a normal summer.

“Yeah, no,” she sighed, and went back to scratching at the locks with her tools from the ceramic building at Camp Creek. There were two long, hooky metal things for scraping pots, and one narrow wooden stick thing for, well, she wasn’t sure. The tools had worked great for picking door locks, and even drawer locks, but these book locks were itty bitty. There was no way her current tools would work, but Theo hated sitting still with nothing to do with her hands.

“Is it weird that I miss Aunt Saffronia’s car?” Alexander asked. “When it wasn’t disappearing around us, at least.”

“I miss her house. When it actually had food for us, at least.”

“I know we didn’t know her well, and she’s--” Alexander was about to say a ghost, but the words caught in his throat. The word ghost felt like he had swallowed a pancake with no butter or syrup on it, and it was stuck, sponged onto his insides, refusing to budge. Which was a terrible mental image. Both something being stuck in his throat, and a pancake without butter or syrup or whipped cream or jam or honey butter or apple butter or--

Alexander’s stomach grumbled. “I miss the food, too,” he said. He couldn’t believe his last meal had been served buffet style. He missed Aunt Saffronia’s clean kitchen, with its black-and-white tiles and marigold walls, where he could observe all the food-safety protocols.

He also missed the blissful innocence of not realizing their aunt Saffronia, who had been charged with taking care of them for the summer, was (a) dead, (b) had been dead the entire time, and (c) was somehow banished now, which meant she was . . . deader? Or still just as dead, but unable to reach them anymore? He wasn’t certain of the logistics.

But he was certain that she had been the only grown-up person--well, person-ish--on their side. Now they didn’t have anyone in charge of them, and Alexander really, really liked people being in charge. It made him feel safe and taken care of.

Theo didn’t really like people being in charge of her, but she did really like knowing when she was going to have her next meal. And she liked weird Aunt Saffronia. It made her sad that someone had taken their aunt away from them, when their parents had very purposefully chosen Aunt Saffronia to take care of them.

Leaving Aunt Saffronia in charge seemed like a bizarre choice, made even bizarrier (Theo knew that wasn’t a word, but felt like it should be: a combination of more bizarre and scarier) knowing that Aunt Saffronia was on the wrong side of the grave to be a good babysitter. But their parents had to have summoned Aunt Saffronia for a reason. They could have left Theo and Alexander with a neighbor. Or even with Wil, though to be fair even an occasionally incorporeal ghostly babysitter still paid more attention than Wil did.

Theo’s aggressively borrowed wooden tool snapped in half. She set everything aside with a huff. She had to be careful or she’d jam the locks.

Mmm, jam. Without realizing it, her mind fell into the same hungry thought spiral as Alexander’s as it snagged on jam, then peanut-butter-and-jam sandwiches, then peanut butter cookies. Though the Sinister-Winterbottom twins were very different, they still managed to land on the same thoughts frequently.

Meanwhile, Quincy was filling in Mina and Lucy on what they had missed. The Blood sisters had only joined their van a couple of hours ago, and so they didn’t know anything about what had happened at Camp Creek. Quincy knew all about it, since she had been braindyed, alongside Alexander. Theo had saved them, and then together they had saved the rest of the campers and counselors and escaped just in time to snag Mina and Lucy, who had been on their way to the terrible camp.

Quincy toyed with her beloved lassos while narrating the events. “. . . And that’s how we discovered that all our parents went to Camp Creek together one summer, and several of them mysteriously disappeared from the camp. And they were there with Dr. Jay, Henry’s aunt--”

Henry made an impolite noise from where he sat facing backward, glaring out the rear windshield. His aunt wasn’t a nice person, so no one blamed him for that outburst.

“--who took over Camp Creek,” Quincy continued without stopping, “and was using it to brainwash--”

“Braindye,” Theo corrected her.

“--braindye children into being the same, all the while working with my uncle, who y’all knew as Van Helsing and who Edgar knew as Heathcliff and who...

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Verlag
Random House Children's Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2023
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593570049
ISBN 13 
9780593570043
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Anzahl der Seiten
272
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