Fablehaven

Fablehaven

Brandon Mull

Language: English

Pages: 384

ISBN: 1416947205

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. Unaware that their grandfather is the current caretaker of Fablehaven, Kendra and her brother, Seth, venture into this magical land filled with dangerous and plotting witches, imps, and fairies.

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“No! He’ll know I broke the rules.” “Don’t you think he would want to know a witch built a shack on his property?” “She acted like she knew him. I went pretty far. Maybe I was off his property.” “I doubt it. I think he owns everything for a long ways.” Seth leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “You should come visit her with me. I could find my way back.” “Are you nuts? You said she tried to kill you.” “We should spy on her. Find out what she’s up to.” “If there really

the milk tastes like.” He looked nervous. “Didn’t you hear me last time? You could get . . . shingles. Scabies. Scurvy.” “Scurvy?” “This milk is a bacterial stew. That’s why the insects like it so well.” “I have friends who have tried milk fresh from the cow. They survived.” “I’m sure those were healthy cows,” Dale said. “These cows are . . . never you mind. Idea is, this ain’t just any milk. It’s highly contaminated. I wash my hands good after even handling the stuff.” “So you don’t

into a pocket. The satyr touched his wrist and shook his head with a scowl. The ogress had already closed half the distance to the bush. “You peoples like my stew so much, maybe you take a bath in it.” Kendra resisted the urge to bolt. The ogress would be on them in moments. But the satyr seemed to know what he was doing. He held up a hand, tacitly signaling for them to keep still. Without warning, something began crashing through the bushes about twenty yards to their right. The ogress

apparently upset at having her milking abruptly halted right after it began. “You’re going to moo louder than that,” Kendra muttered under her breath. How much blood would she need? The Fairy Queen had not specified quantities. Kendra went through the closets looking for tools. She ended up with a weed digger and another pie tin. Getting enough blood to pour from a pie tin into the bowl would be disgusting, but she was scared that if she tried to put blood from the source directly into the bowl

“Just toss it in?” Kendra asked. “I think it would be best,” Grandpa said. “If the bowl came from that island, you should give it back.” Kendra threw the bowl like a Frisbee. It landed in the water. Almost immediately a hand shot up and snatched it. “That was quick,” Kendra said. “It will probably end up down with Mendigo.” “The naiads respect the Fairy Queen. They’ll make sure the bowl ends up where it belongs.” Kendra looked at the pier. “She may not know you,” Grandpa said. “I

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