Grip of the Shadow Plague (Fablehaven)
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Danger lurks everywhere at Fablehaven, where someone has released a plague that transforms beings of light into creatures of darkness. In dire need of help, the Sorensons question where to turn, now that long trusted allies have been revealed as potential foes. Kendra embarks on a special mission that only she can attempt because of her new abilities as fairykind, while Seth stays behind and discovers an incredible new talent of his own. The siblings are put to the test as the threat grows both abroad and home at the Fablehaven preserve, and Brandon Mull spins his richest and most thrilling fantasy tale yet in this third title of the popular fantasy series.
with knowing. Many of the details are inferences, but I am convinced they are correct. I interviewed Muriel and the swamp hag. I found the tree Ephira cut and burned. And finally I visited the tar pit and beheld the dark sapling. I wish I had hazarded to hack it down at the time. Now, presumably, the nail from the revenant has been added to the accursed tree, heightening Kurisock’s might and Ephira’s power, making the darkness that cankered her soul contagious. The same way Kurisock transformed
Probably not. And if so, they were welcome to do the reading themselves. The adults had expressed the opinion that, of the four demons, Bahumat and Olloch were currently the most dangerous, because they had never agreed to the Fablehaven treaty. Normally, all of the magical creatures admitted to Fablehaven had to pledge to abide by the treaty, which established boundaries for where they could roam and limits to how much they could harm other creatures. There were borders that Graulas and
can confirm you are not an evil version of yourself seeking to betray us. Give us some time to deliberate. Can you come back in the morning?” “He’s shaking his head,” Seth relayed. “He’s pantomiming a ball. Now he’s shielding his eyes. I think he means he can’t go out in the sunlight. Yep, he heard me, he’s giving a thumbs-up.” “Tomorrow evening, then,” Grandpa said. “Thumbs-up.” “Try to think of a way to prove we can trust you.” “He’s tapping a finger to the side of his head, like he’ll
arm. “Shadowy?” Tanu asked. Understanding suddenly registered in his expression. “My arm looks shadowy to you, not invisible. Like how you see Coulter as a shadowman.” Seth gave Tanu a thumbs-up. “I’d better go outside, in case I turn evil like Newel.” Tanu walked out to the deck. Seth floated along behind him. They stood together, silently staring into the yard. A frothy sensation surged through Seth, tickly tingles everywhere, as if he were a bottle of soda that somebody had shaken until it
treasures, but found no guardian to oppose them. Weary of waiting, and doubting the presence of danger, Kendra entered the room. Warren was giving the altar a closer examination, hesitantly touching jewels. “Nothing?” Kendra asked. Warren looked up. “Possibly we have not yet awakened or activated the guardian. But if you ask me, I think somebody made off with the artifact a long time ago. I see nothing suspicious. This room should have held our most fearsome challenge, unless the guardian has