"I stood there, terrified. My master was about to die."
The Spook has always been a tower of strength, fighting the dark to protect the County - and beyond. But things are changing. His precious library of books has burned to ashes. Arch rival Bony Lizzie has escaped her bonds. And for the first time, Tom sees his master fail not once - but twice.
These are dark days, but the nights are darker. Haunted in his dreams, the Spook has a premonition of Lizzie becoming all-powerful - and now his fears seem to be coming true.
Meanwhile, Tom and Alice are held hostage to a blood jar - the result of a dark magic pact with the Fiend...
This is the stuff of nightmares. Will the Spook live to see the morning? Is his apprentice ready to face the dark alone?
The seventh chilling tale in the Wardstone Chronicles
WARNING: Not to be read after dark
Utdrag ur boken:
All at once something burst through the reeds directly ahead of me and lunged for my head. I threw myself sideways, catching a glimpse of simething above me before it withdrew back into the reeds: a long sinuous body like a fat snake, small fierce eyes and a mouthful of fanged teeth.
In blind panic, I struggled to my knees. I was only just in time. It attacked, and this time I jabbed at the creature with my staff. It hissed and retreated again. I came cautiously to my feet and heard a scuffle to my right. Then the Spook shouted something - I didn't catch it the first time, but when he repeated it, I realized it was a cry of warning. "Hydra!"