Zusatztext " Ravenfall is an utterly enchanting read packed with imaginative magic and folklore, a creeping sense that something wicked is coming, and a vibrant, endearing cast of characters you'll root for every step of the way. Settle in with a full mug of hot cider and a cozy blanket: you won't want to put Ravenfall down."Tracy Badua, author of Freddie vs. the Family Curse "As cozy as a warm cup of tea in the middle of a graveyard at midnight on Halloween. Don't you dare sleep on this storyor its truly excellent black cat."Alyssa Colman, author of The Gilded Girl Informationen zum Autor Kalyn Josephson is a fantasy author living in the California Bay Area. She loves books, cats, books with cats, and making up other worlds to live in for a while. She is also the author of the Storm Crow duology. Klappentext NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • One magical inn, two kids with supernatural powers, and an ancient Celtic creature trying to destroy their world... Wednesday meets Supernatural in this bewitching middle-grade series! Thirteen-year-old Anna Ballinkay has never been normal. Her family uses their psychic abilities to help run the Ravenfall Inn, a magical B&B between the human world and the Otherworld. But it's hard to contribute when your only power is foreseeing death. So when fourteen-year-old Colin Pierce arrives at Ravenfall searching for his missing older brother, Anna jumps at the chance to help. But the mysteries tied to Colin go much deeper than either of them expects... Now the supernatural creature straight out of Celtic mythology, one with eerie connections to Colin's family, is coming after them. If Anna and Colin can't stop the creature, it would spell destruction for Ravenfall and the world as they know it. Leseprobe Chapter 1 Anna Everything looks different in the dark. By day, Ravenfall's ballroom is all sparkling stained glass and high, arching ceilings­the perfect place to sit and sketch for hours. By night, my family's inn becomes a minefield of laughing guests, friendly locals, and what I'm pretty sure is at least one werewolf over by the fruit punch, judging by the bite-­sized pieces of raw steak he's digging into. The crowd would be fine, if it didn't make not touching people impossible. Before I turned thirteen and got my psychometry powers­a fancy way of saying Congrats! You get visions of death now­I'd have been weaving through the crowd, chasing down our cat Max before he could prank a guest. Now I'm hiding in a plant. You'd think no one would wander over to a dark corner overhung with singing ivy­currently rustling out a tune of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star and trying to wrap its crimson vines around my ankle­yet I've had to dodge a wayward guest three times already. Granted, Ravenfall's ballroom is full to bursting. It's mid-­October and the countdown to Samhain and my family's biggest party of the year is well under way, even if half the people here don't even know that Samhain is the Celtic origins of Halloween, or that it's pronounced Sa-­Win. But in the town of Wick, Oregon, where magic is never far from your fingertips, Halloween is the biggest holiday of the year, and Ravenfall is the place to be. Our Samhain party at the end of October is the only time the house lets down its magical wards, letting in everyone from the local witches and mazzikim to the selkies that live in Hollowthorn Woods. Under glamour, of course. We like to give the out-­of-­towners something to talk about, not run screaming from. The house went all out in celebration, decorating the two-­story room's white stone ceiling with a swirling galaxy of pastel pink and blue and yellow. Glittering mist gathers in the corners and spirals down in ribbons. When the ivy starts playing with my hair (a curly hair no freaking wa...

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Kalyn Josephson is a fantasy author living in the California Bay Area. She loves books, cats, books with cats, and making up other worlds to live in for a while. She is also the author of the Storm Crow duology.

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • One magical inn, two kids with supernatural powers, and an ancient Celtic creature trying to destroy their world... Wednesday meets Supernatural in this bewitching middle-grade series!

Thirteen-year-old Anna Ballinkay has never been normal. Her family uses their psychic abilities to help run the Ravenfall Inn, a magical B&B between the human world and the Otherworld. But it’s hard to contribute when your only power is foreseeing death.

So when fourteen-year-old Colin Pierce arrives at Ravenfall searching for his missing older brother, Anna jumps at the chance to help. But the mysteries tied to Colin go much deeper than either of them expects...

Now the supernatural creature straight out of Celtic mythology, one with eerie connections to Colin's family, is coming after them. If Anna and Colin can’t stop the creature, it would spell destruction for Ravenfall and the world as they know it.

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**A New York Times Bestseller!

One magical inn, two kids with supernatural powers, and an ancient Celtic creature trying to destroy their world... Wednesday meets Supernatural in this bewitching middle-grade series!**

Thirteen-year-old Anna Ballinkay has never been normal. Her family uses their psychic abilities to help run the Ravenfall Inn, a magical B&B between the human world and the Otherworld. But it’s hard to contribute when your only power is foreseeing death.

So when fourteen-year-old Colin Pierce arrives at Ravenfall searching for his missing older brother, Anna jumps at the chance to help. But the mysteries tied to Colin go much deeper than either of them expects...

Now the supernatural creature straight out of Celtic mythology, one with eerie connections to Colin's family, is coming after them. If Anna and Colin can’t stop the creature, it would spell destruction for Ravenfall and the world as they know it.

Leseprobe
Chapter 1

Anna

Everything looks different in the dark.

By day, Ravenfall’s ballroom is all sparkling stained glass and high, arching ceilings—­the perfect place to sit and sketch for hours. By night, my family’s inn becomes a minefield of laughing guests, friendly locals, and what I’m pretty sure is at least one werewolf over by the fruit punch, judging by the bite-­sized pieces of raw steak he’s digging into.

The crowd would be fine, if it didn’t make not touching people impossible. Before I turned thirteen and got my psychometry powers—­a fancy way of saying Congrats! You get visions of death now—­I’d have been weaving through the crowd, chasing down our cat Max before he could prank a guest.

Now I’m hiding in a plant.

You’d think no one would wander over to a dark corner overhung with singing ivy—­currently rustling out a tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” and trying to wrap its crimson vines around my ankle—­yet I’ve had to dodge a wayward guest three times already.

Granted, Ravenfall’s ballroom is full to bursting. It’s mid-­October and the countdown to Samhain and my family’s biggest party of the year is well under way, even if half the people here don’t even know that Samhain is the Celtic origins of Halloween, or that it’s pronounced Sa-­Win.

But in the town of Wick, Oregon, where magic is never far from your fingertips, Halloween is the biggest holiday of the year, and Ravenfall is the place to be. Our Samhain party at the end of October is the only time the house lets down its magical wards, letting in everyone from the local witches and mazzikim to the selkies that live in Hollowthorn Woods. Under glamour, of course. We like to give the out-­of-­towners something to talk about, not run screaming…