Gravebooks (The Nightbooks)

There was once a boy named Alex who liked to write scary stories. He was kidnapped by a witch and held captive in her magic apartment. The witch’s name was Natacha, and her cruelty knew no bounds. She told Alex he had to do her bidding. If not, she would turn him into a porcelain figurine, just like the other children she had trapped over the years. Fortunately, Natacha liked scary stories. As long as he read her a new one each night, she would let him live.

This might have been the end of Alex’s tale, were it not for a girl and a cat. The girl’s name was Yasmin. She had been held captive much longer than Alex. Her job was making the magic oils that Natacha sold throughout the kingdom of New York City. The cat’s name was Lenore, and she was the witch’s familiar. These three didn’t get along at first, but after a few misadventures they became friends and decided to escape.

They soon discovered that Natacha had been stealing her powers from a fairy-tale witch who she kept trapped in a magically induced slumber. The true witch woke up, ate the false witch, and nearly did away with Alex and Yasmin as well. Fortunately, they were able to get the best of her in the end, and the spell was lifted from all the kids who had been transformed into porcelain figurines.

A year passed. Alex and Yasmin returned to their normal lives. They thought they were done with witches.

They were wrong.

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Dedication

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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Copyright

About the Publisher