In the conclusion to the trilogy that Publishers Weekly called “a roaring—and addictive—gothic world,” Eleanor Fitt must control her growing power, face her feelings for Daniel, and confront the evil necromancer Marcus...all before it’s too late.He took her brother, he took her mother, and now, Marcus has taken her good friend Jie. With more determination than ever to bring this sinister man to justice, Eleanor heads to the hot desert streets of nineteenth-century Egypt in hopes of ending this nightmare. But in addition to her increasingly tense relationships with Daniel, Joseph, and her demon, Oliver, Eleanor must also deal with her former friend, Allison, who has curiously entangled herself in Eleanor’s mission.With the rising dead chomping at her every move and Jie’s life hanging in the balance, Eleanor is convinced that her black magic will see her through to the bitter end. But there will be a price. Though she and the Spirit Hunters have weathered every battle thus far, there will be consequences to suffer this time—the effects of which will be irreversible. And when it’s over, only some will be able to live a strange and ever after.Susan Dennard will leave readers breathless and forever changed in the concluding pages of this riveting ride.
Extra Scene
Daniel
Clearing my throat, I rolled my shoulders. You can do ibis.
Somehow, in the space of three breaths, my lungs had tied
themselves into knots, and my desire for company had vanished.
Daniel
Clack-clack-clack, thwump! I snapped shut my spyglass
and pressed my face to the porthole in my airship’s cargo hold.
Below, servants from the Hotel Le Meurice tied down the
enormous balloon-not that it was easy to watch their navy
livery scurrying about. Ever since I'd cut the airship’s engines a
few minutes back, the wind off the river Seine had grabbed hold
and my stomach was more than ready for this ship to be towed
down.
After half a day of nothing but the clouds and occasional
high-flying bird for company, the rising skyline of Paris had
seemed a welcome sight-and the solid ground the Tuileries
Gardens even more welcome. But since that first glimpse
steady land and gray-roofed buildings, caught sight of all the
people. Everywhere. Thousands of Parisians crammed into the
and pressed my face to the porthole in my airship’s cargo hold.
Below, servants from the Hotel Le Meurice tied down the
enormous balloon-not that it was easy to watch their navy
livery scurrying about. Ever since I'd cut the airship’s engines a
few minutes back, the wind off the river Seine had grabbed hold
and my stomach was more than ready for this ship to be towed
down.
After half a day of nothing but the clouds and occasional
high-flying bird for company, the rising skyline of Paris had
seemed a welcome sight-and the solid ground the Tuileries
Gardens even more welcome. But since that first glimpse
steady land and gray-roofed buildings, caught sight of all the
people. Everywhere. Thousands of Parisians crammed into the
flower-lined gardens, with faces upturned to watch my airship.
To watch me . . ..
Clearing my throat, I rolled my shoulders. You can do ibis.
Somehow, in the space of three breaths, my lungs had tied
themselves into knots, and my desire for company had vanished.
At least the Marquis will be happy, l thought. Frederic
Lejeunes-the Marquis de Baziilac and our host in Paris-had
told me to make my return to the City Light as grand as I
could. I reckoned I was succeeding, what with being the largest
balloon currently aloft in the entire world, let alone Paris.
I threw a final once over at the pulleys and sandbags in the
cargo hold. All looked in place, as did each of the crates full
my new inventions for the Spirit-Hunters.
My eyes lingered on a smaller box that contained a . . .
special invention. A gift for Eleanor Fitt. One day, when I saw
her again, she’d squeal and smile and shower me with thank-
yous for that gift. Maybe T'd get a kiss out of it too.
But that day wasn’t today.
I reluctantly finished my examination of the room, only to
spot a thumb-sized switch by the exit door in the wrong
position. That switch should have been down if I wanted to keep
the air in the balloon stable. And I sure as hell did. Otherwise,
Lejeunes-the Marquis de Baziilac and our host in Paris-had
told me to make my return to the City Light as grand as I
could. I reckoned I was succeeding, what with being the largest
balloon currently aloft in the entire world, let alone Paris.
I threw a final once over at the pulleys and sandbags in the
cargo hold. All looked in place, as did each of the crates full
my new inventions for the Spirit-Hunters.
My eyes lingered on a smaller box that contained a . . .
special invention. A gift for Eleanor Fitt. One day, when I saw
her again, she’d squeal and smile and shower me with thank-
yous for that gift. Maybe T'd get a kiss out of it too.
But that day wasn’t today.
I reluctantly finished my examination of the room, only to
spot a thumb-sized switch by the exit door in the wrong
position. That switch should have been down if I wanted to keep
the air in the balloon stable. And I sure as hell did. Otherwise,
I'd soon be crashing right into that copse of chestnut trees by
the Rue de Rivoli.
Swearing under my breath, I strode over and flicked the
switch to the right position.
But that act didn’t take nearly enough time to finish . . . and
now there was 110 avoiding the exit door. l had to de-board. I
the Rue de Rivoli.
Swearing under my breath, I strode over and flicked the
switch to the right position.
But that act didn’t take nearly enough time to finish . . . and
now there was 110 avoiding the exit door. l had to de-board. I
had to Joseph and Jie . . . and I had face all those waiting
Parisians below.
Descending the ladder had been a lot easier '1n Germany,
when no one had been watchin’ me.
Please don't fall. Please don't fall. The thought repeated-a
shrieking command-as l clambered down each rung. The
bellow of Parisian spectators eventually shifted to a distant buzz
behind the roar of blood in my ears.
Please don’t fall. Please don't fall.
Parisians below.
Descending the ladder had been a lot easier '1n Germany,
when no one had been watchin’ me.
Please don't fall. Please don't fall. The thought repeated-a
shrieking command-as l clambered down each rung. The
bellow of Parisian spectators eventually shifted to a distant buzz
behind the roar of blood in my ears.
Please don’t fall. Please don't fall.
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I am a writer, reader, lover of animals, and eater of cookies. I used to be a marine biologist, but now I write novels. And not novels about fish either, but novels about kick-butt heroines and swoon-worthy rogues (I reallylike swoon-worthy rogues).
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My debut, SOMETHING STRANGE AND DEADLY is now available from HarperTeen along with the prequel, A DAWN MOST WICKED, and the sequel A DARKNESS STRANGE & LOVELY.
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