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    The Lost and The Found – Cat Clarke

    “She knows. She definitely knows.  I’m not sure how she knows. I’m not stupid enough to keep a diary, and I’m not one of those weirdos who’s all Mum’s-my-best-friend-and-we-tell-each-other-everything. Perhaps its some kind of sixth sense, unique to mothers?  It’s there in her eyes every time she looks at me. The problem is, I can’t tell how she feels about it. Why can’t that show up in her eyes too? Is she angry? Disappointed? Disapproving? Resigned? A little bit proud?” The day after Faith loses her virginity is the day her life changes forever, but not in the way she might have thought. Her older sister, the sister her parents…

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    The Whispering Skull (Lockwood & Co #2) – Jonathan Stroud

    “‘Don’t look now,’ Lockwood said. ‘There’s two of them.’  I snatched a glance behind me and saw that he was right. Not far off, on the other wise of the glade, a second ghost had risen from the earth. Like the first it was a pale, man-shaped curtain of mist that hovered above the dark wet grass. Its head seemed oddly skewed, as if broken at the neck.”  When the Lockwood & Co. team find themselves in a sticky situation and Kipps’ Fittes gang save them all Lockwood can do is enter into a deal. The next time they go head to head on a case, the best team wins…

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    Winterkill – Kate A Boorman

    “Out here, I can feel the dead in the trees. The Lost People rustle the leaves, muddy the shafts of light, through the branches, whisper in my ear. They creep dusty fingers along my neck, tug at my braid, pull strands from my plait to tickle my face. Or mayhap its the wind” Emmeline lives in a settlement within a woods. The fortification keeps her and the other townsfolk safe from the dangers that lurk outside. For five generations the people have lived there, hoping that they can make a life for themselves and keep their families safe from the malmaci. The townsfolk are expected to stay within the settlement…

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    The Boundless – Kenneth Oppel

    “Three hours before the avalanche hits, William Everett is sitting on an upturned crate, watching for his father.  The town doesn’t even have a name yet. Nailed to a crooked post at the side of the train track is a messy hand-painted sign that says only: Mile 2553. Paint has dribbled down from the bottom of each number and letter. Yesterday when Will and his mother stepped off the train, the conductor shouted, ‘End of the line! Farewell Station!’ But Will wasn’t sure if Farewell was the town’s name or if the fellow was just in a hurry to say ‘Good riddance.’” Its 1887. Three years ago Will’s life changed…

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    The Glass Bird Girl – Esme Kerr

    “Edie crouched on her bedroom windowsill, training her field glasses on the three boys by the stone pond. Their names were Lyle, Jason and Tom, and she hated them. They were like foxes, thin and cunning, with eyes that flashed through mops of filthy hair.  It was nearly a month since Edie had come to live with her cousins at Folly Farm, and she had learned to keep out of their way. If she wanted to know what they were doing, she spied.” Edie’s grandmother has been put in a home and she’s been forced to move from her home in London to a farm with her three horrible cousins…

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    Unhinged – AG Howard

    “My art teacher says that a real artist bleeds for her craft, but he never told us that blood can become your medium, can take on a life of its own and shape your art in vile and gruesome ways. I shove my hair over my shoulder, puncture my forefinger with the sterilised safety pin i had tucked in my pocket, then position the final glass gem on my mosaic and wait.  As I press the translucent bead into the wet, white plaster, I shudder at the seeping sensation. It’s like a leech at the tip of my finger where I touch the glass, sucking and siphoning my blood to…

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    Splintered – AG Howard

    “I’ve been collecting bugs since I was ten; its the only way I can stop their whispers. Sticking a pin through the gut of an insect shuts it up pretty quick.  Some of my victims line the walls in shadow boxes, while others get sorted into mason jars and placed on a bookshelf for later use. Crickets, beetles, spiders… bees and butterflies. I’m not picky. Once they get chatty they’re fair game.” Alyssa Gardner can hear plants and insects. She can hear the things they are trying to say. It is a gift, or a curse, that has been passed through the women of her mothers family for years, ever…

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    Finding Jennifer Jones – Anne Cassidy

    “Kate Rickman looked down at her hands.  Hands that had killed.  She held them flat, palms down. Her hands were pale a threadwork of veins just visible underneath the skin. The fingers were thin and seemed to tremble as she stared at them. The nails were short. There was no varnish and no rings; no decoration of any kind.” Kate Rickman is a student, living in Exmouth attending Exeter University. Only her probation officer knows the truth about her, and thats how it has to stay. However when a none year old holiday maker goes missing the police are suspicious of her whereabouts on the night. They take her in…

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    Sawbones – Catherine Johnson

    “Mr Charles Finch closed his eyes and winced as the knife dug into his skin. He bit down hard on the handkerchief and tried to think of good things: his daughter, Loveday, entering the vanishing cabinet with a flourish; the crowd at the Alhambra, Paris, cheering, on their feet. The heat of from the floodlights, the smell of the tallow and rouge. A crescendo of applause.”  Amongst the open surgeries and dissections in London is the heavy stench of crime. Illegal trading in corpses is rife due to the flourish of people interested in medical science and at the dissection table of his master Ezra McAdam learns that every body…

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    Haunted – William Hussey

    “‘You gotta bring them back the head, Henry, or it won’t count. Good luck.’ Henry Torve sidestepped through a gap in the rusted bars, his teeth clenching at the clatter-clang of the gate. Ever since he’d heard the stories about this place, most of them told by his cousin Emma, he had dreamed of this moment: his leg reaching through the gate, his foot touching down upon the cursed earth, and then… he shivered. Henry wouldn’t let go of the bars, not yet, the others might notice how his hands shook.” When Henry is dared to go into the cursed Funland theme park, deserted for years since its owner blew…