Return of the Grudstone Ghosts - Slade, Arthur
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Terror stalks the halls of St. Wolcott School . . . When Daphne's sixth-grade teacher, Miss Vindez, plummets from the belfry of St. Wolcott School, Daphne and her friends Nick and Peach are plunged into a mystery that includes a long-ago fire that left behind twelve dead schoolchildren, tiny ghosts with nowhere to go, and an ancient evil just dying to break through into modern-day Moose Jaw. Miss Vindez survives her fall, but things just aren't the same-she's spouting gibberish, and both Principal Peterka and the school janitor are definitely not themselves at all any more. Determined to get…mehr

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Terror stalks the halls of St. Wolcott School . . . When Daphne's sixth-grade teacher, Miss Vindez, plummets from the belfry of St. Wolcott School, Daphne and her friends Nick and Peach are plunged into a mystery that includes a long-ago fire that left behind twelve dead schoolchildren, tiny ghosts with nowhere to go, and an ancient evil just dying to break through into modern-day Moose Jaw. Miss Vindez survives her fall, but things just aren't the same-she's spouting gibberish, and both Principal Peterka and the school janitor are definitely not themselves at all any more. Determined to get to the bottom of what's going on, Daphne, Nick, and Peach dig up the troubled history of Grudstone, the school that used to stand where St. Wolcott is now. They uncover evidence of a crime so terrible it can hardly be believed. Worse, the terrifying perpetrator of that crime isn't done yet-he has more horrible plans in mind. And all that stands in his way are three Moose Jaw school kids.
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I was raised by hobbits. And dwarves. And a dragon named Smaug. It was a strange, boisterous family, but always entertaining and always an adventure.My uncle was a Jedi. He took me to a desert planet to hone my lightsabre skills. And there I met my cousin, who was the Muad'Dib from Dune. We travelled the worlds together: It was an adventure, always an adventure.Others, who I went to school with, might say I grew up on a ranch in the Cypress Hills of southwest Saskatchewan, Canada. That I rode horses and chased cows, but always had a book in my hand. I later went to university and worked in advertising. They may be right, but I still crave second breakfast every day. And have a burn scar from trying to open a can of beans with my lightsaber.I've spent my life living in and creating other worlds. Places where spies can shape-change to defeat their enemies, hero assassins can rise to defeat an empire, or dragons can breathe fire and snark at the same time. They are worlds of great fun, humour and heroism. You're welcome to visit at anytime. You deserve an adventure.