This Town Is Not All Right
(Sprache: Englisch)
"An engaging, plot-driven thriller that begs for a sequel." - Kirkus Reviews
"For junior conspiracy theorists everywhere." - Booklist
Driftwood Harbor may seem like an ordinarily boring, small New England town, but there's something extremely...
"For junior conspiracy theorists everywhere." - Booklist
Driftwood Harbor may seem like an ordinarily boring, small New England town, but there's something extremely...
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"An engaging, plot-driven thriller that begs for a sequel." - Kirkus Reviews"For junior conspiracy theorists everywhere." - Booklist
Driftwood Harbor may seem like an ordinarily boring, small New England town, but there's something extremely strange and downright creepy happening within town limits.
Twins Beacon and Everleigh McCullough are moving from their home in sunny LA to Driftwood Harbor, a rainy fishing village in New England. If that wasn't bad enough, there's something strange about this town and the mysterious group of too-perfect students called The Gold Stars. After Everleigh is recruited into their ranks, Beacon must uncover Driftwood Harbor's frightening secret before he loses his sister forever.
This Town Is Not All Right is the middle-grade horror debut from M. K. Krys (YA author Michelle Krys). Be prepared for a thrilling page-turner with a major mystery, because the residents of Driftwood Harbor will do whatever it takes to keep their dark secrets from rising to the surface.
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Chapter 1It had been ten minutes since they d passed the Driftwood Harbor, Population 203 sign, and ten minutes since anyone had said a word.
Out one window, the Atlantic Ocean stretched out like a big gray void as far as the eye could see. Out the other, a fog so thick, you could choke on it hung over a dense forest of scrabbly pine trees. A few miles back they d passed a tumbledown house with an old truck in the driveway, but they hadn t spotted any actual life since they left the interstate more than an hour ago. (Unless you counted the seagulls that circled overhead, and even they looked like the type that would purposely poop on your head.)
It was desolate and depressing, and Beacon could tell from the way his twin sister, Everleigh, glared out the window that she was regretting not flinging herself out of the car when she d had the chance.
I hear they have fantastic lobster, the twins dad said.
The tires whirring underneath the Ford Taurus came into focus. A breeze whistled through a cracked-open window, ruffling the fine brown hairs clinging to the top of their dad s head and sending his tie over his shoulder.
I love lobster, Beacon said, just to break the tense silence.
From the front seat, Everleigh snorted.
She was part of the reason they were moving from Los Angeles all the way to the tiny fishing village of Driftwood Harbor on the Eastern Seaboard. Their dad was hoping that the fresh air and change of scenery would help her. Nothing else had.
That s why Beacon tried to be optimistic about the move, even if he wasn t actually happy about it. He d had friends in LA. He had the skate park downtown, where he practiced his jumps until it got dark. He had his bedroom full of Tony Hawk posters and a spot under the floorboards where he hid private stuff from his nosy twin sister. But he just wanted his family to go back to normal. Or as close to normal as they would ever get, now. After. If this place helped, then none
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of that other stuff mattered.
Where is the actual town? Everleigh grumbled. If there even is one.
Should be coming up to it soon, Beacon said brightly. Right, Dad?
He d been doing that lately. Saying everything as if it had an exclamation point at the end, as if his enthusiasm might be contagious. So far, it only seemed to make Everleigh more annoyed.
Beacon looked out the window at the forest blurring past. Suddenly a flash of movement caught his eye. A figure darted out of the trees. It was white and hunched, with a pair of huge round eyes.
And it was looking right at him.
Beacon gasped.
What? Everleigh said.
He was about to explain, but his words were cut short by a loud clunk from under the car s floor. Before he knew it, the car was fishtailing wildly across the road. The kids screamed as their dad fought to get control, the forest and road spinning around them in a streak of gray and green. The car careened toward a thick pine. Closer, closer, closer they were going to hit it!
At the last moment, their dad braked hard. The car jerked to an abrupt stop. Beacon s head slammed against the window. Stars exploded across his eyes.
And then everything was still. The engine knocked over the ringing in Beacon s ears. Beacon blinked away the spots in his vision, searching through the cloud of dust outside the window for the creature in the woods. But if it was there, he couldn t see it.
What. Was. That, Everleigh finally said.
I don t know. Their dad gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fingers. I was driving along normally and then all of a sudden something just gave an
Where is the actual town? Everleigh grumbled. If there even is one.
Should be coming up to it soon, Beacon said brightly. Right, Dad?
He d been doing that lately. Saying everything as if it had an exclamation point at the end, as if his enthusiasm might be contagious. So far, it only seemed to make Everleigh more annoyed.
Beacon looked out the window at the forest blurring past. Suddenly a flash of movement caught his eye. A figure darted out of the trees. It was white and hunched, with a pair of huge round eyes.
And it was looking right at him.
Beacon gasped.
What? Everleigh said.
He was about to explain, but his words were cut short by a loud clunk from under the car s floor. Before he knew it, the car was fishtailing wildly across the road. The kids screamed as their dad fought to get control, the forest and road spinning around them in a streak of gray and green. The car careened toward a thick pine. Closer, closer, closer they were going to hit it!
At the last moment, their dad braked hard. The car jerked to an abrupt stop. Beacon s head slammed against the window. Stars exploded across his eyes.
And then everything was still. The engine knocked over the ringing in Beacon s ears. Beacon blinked away the spots in his vision, searching through the cloud of dust outside the window for the creature in the woods. But if it was there, he couldn t see it.
What. Was. That, Everleigh finally said.
I don t know. Their dad gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fingers. I was driving along normally and then all of a sudden something just gave an
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Autoren-Porträt von M. K. Krys
M.K. Krys (as Michelle Krys) is the author of Hexed, Charmed, and Dead Girls Society. When she's not writing books, Michelle moonlights as a NICU nurse. She lives in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, with her family. You can visit her online at michellekrys.com and follow Michelle on Facebook and Twitter.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: M. K. Krys
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 10 Jahre
- 2021, 304 Seiten, Maße: 13,8 x 20,9 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593097157
- ISBN-13: 9780593097151
- Erscheinungsdatum: 03.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
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