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The Nixie's Song by Holly Black; Tony DiTerlizzi; Illustrated by Tony DiTerlizzi |
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A brand-new cycle of the 'New York Times' bestselling Spiderwick Chronicles begins. Eleven-year-old Nicholas Vargas moves with his newly remarried father into the soon-to-be-completed Mangrove Hollow in Florida. But an expedition to a nearby lake turns up a little nixie with a giant problem. Illustrations. The Spiderwick Chroniclesleave the old-fashioned charm of New England far behind and head south for some fiendish faerie fun in the hot Florida sun. Eleven-year-old Nicholas Vargas onlythinkshis life has been turned upside down after his developer father remarries and moves his new wife and daughter into the soon-to-be completed Mangrove Hollow. But an 'expedition' to a nearby lake turns up a little nixie with a giant problem - the huge, lumbering, fire-breathing variety - and it's up to Nick; his stepsister, Laurie; and his big brother, Julian (plus a familiar face from the originalSpiderwick Chronicles) to figure out the best way to stop a host of rampaging giants before all of Florida goes up in smoke. Chapter One In Which There Are Many Different Sorts of Developments After his mother died, Nicholas Vargas stopped bothering. His Aunt Armena had told him to be good and not to bother his father, but he decided that her advice could extend to everyone and everything. It seemed that Nick's brother had the same idea -- Jules never hung around long enough to bother anyone anymore. So the whole family kept on not bothering each other right up until Nick and Jules's dad suddenly decided to get married again. Leading his new stepsister up the carpeted stairs, Nick had to keep his jaw clenched to stop himself from shouting. He hated that he had to give up his room and move in with Jules, who snored all night and woke up at the crack of dawn to go surfing. If his father hadn't married his stepmother after only six months of dating, Nick would still have his own room. And he wouldn't be stuck with a bedroom-stealing stepsister. Laurie was almost exactly his age and the biggest, weirdest loser he'd ever met. She bothered everyone. Nick thought he was being fair about it, too, because he'd been called a loser and a nerd and a spaz himself. He was eleven, kind of fat, and bad at sports, while Julian shredded waves and made it to state in track. The only thing Nick thought he was really good at was school, and that was mostly about being quiet and following directions. So, okay, he knew he wasn't cool. At least he knew better than to advertise everything lame about himself. Laurie seemed to be proud to be the lamest person alive. 'What are you thinking about?' Laurie asked him, hugging a box to her chest. Her skirt brushed the floor, making the little bells along the hem jingle. Nick cringed and set down another box of her crap on the canopy bed. All the boxes seemed to be labeled unicorns, fairies, or books about unicorns and fairies. A few of them had even bled glitter onto the hall rug. 'Things I hate,' said Nick. 'Like what?' Laurie tucked a tangle of blond hair behind her ear. Bracelets clattered at her wrists. He was tempted to tell her. 'Clowns,' he said instead. 'They creep me out.' 'I hate my name,' she told him, like he'd just given her the green light to overshare. 'I wish I was called Lauranathana.' 'That's stupid,' said Nick. 'Everyone would make fun of you.' 'I don't care what people think,' Laurie said simply, like she meant it. He wanted to snap at her, to tell her that everyone cared what people thought about them, but his dad had told him to be 'civil' on moving day. He sighed. 'Okay, so what stuff do you like?' He looked out of her window at the empty concrete shells of houses going up all around theirs. When it had been his window, he'd liked to watch as workers poured and smoothed foundations and cut planks and nailed them in place. He liked to smell the sawdust and see that his dad's development was finally, really happening. Even though there was still some swampy forest left, soon it would all be cut back and turned into golf courses, swimming pools, and lots of other cool things. Stuff he liked. He'd imagined playing out there with other kids, but the construction was behind schedule. Nothing was done. His dad kept complaining about the weather -- it was the hottest summer he could remember. And that, along with the brushfires and water rationing, had everyone on edge. The sun had turned the grass on the front lawn crunchy and brown, and Nicholas's dad hadn't filled the pool in the backyard, even though he usually filled the pools as soon as they were built. Now, with the rainy season about to start, Nick's whole summer was turning out to be as lame as his stepsister. 'I like all this stuff, I guess.' Laurie stacked books onto her white beadboard shelves. They were mostly fantasy and fairy tales, but she'd set aside a big tome that had gold letters and what looked like a hawk o |
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