Informationen zum Autor Kate Alice Marshall writes books for all ages, from middle grade to adult. Her YA novels include I Am Still Alive , Rules for Vanishing , Our Last Echoes , and These Fleeting Shadows . She is also the author of the middle grade novels Thirteens, Brackenbeast , and Glassheart . She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family. Visit her online at katemarshallbooks.com and follow her on Twitter @kmarshallarts. Klappentext It's hard to fight the supernatural when you're naturally "un-super." This chilling middle grade is perfect for fans of Stranger Things and Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ...even if they don't have any special powers. Charlie Greer is nothing specialat least not compared to her adopted siblings. Her younger sister is a ghost. Her brother Mateo is a werewolf. Gideon is the product of seriously sketchy experiments that gave him telekinetic powers. Even her parents work for the Division of Extranormal Investigations tracking down all things supernatural, alien, and otherwise unusual. Charlie's mom says her superpower is maturitywhich doesn't really count. But what Charlie lacks in powers she makes up for by keeping the household running. Now, with her parents off on their first vacation in years, it's up to her to take care of her siblings and make sure nothing disrupts the trip. But then the new neighbors arrive. The Weavers are a nice, normal couple. Too nice and too normal. And for some reason, they don't seem to want Charlie to see inside their house. She's certain they're hiding something. Charlie has to uncover what's going on with the Weavers and stop their planswithout letting Mom and Dad find out anything is wrong. Leseprobe Chapter 1 Charlie Greer was nothing special. Charlie had known from the time she could talk that the world was full of things wilder and stranger than most people could ever imagine. Her parents worked for the Division of Extranormal Research and Investigation, after all, dealing with all the strange and inexplicable thingsextranormal things in the world. That meant everything from ghosts and lake monstersto witches and weird science to mysterious disappearances. Then there was Charlie's mother. She could see what was hidden, know what was secret, even catch glimpses of things that hadn't happened yet. You couldn't have a mom like Leigh Greer without knowing there was more to the world than met the eye. For a while when she was very young, Charlie had been convinced that she had inherited her mother's gifts. She had run her fingers over the treasures in the local antique store, certain that she felt something, a whisper of memory clinging to wood and tin. She had picked her dreams apart for meaning and tried to match them to the things that happened when she was awake. She was sure, oh so sure, that she was special, too. We'll see when Grandpa Rupert visits, her mother had told her, snuggled up in bed at night. He can always tell. And she tapped Charlie on the nose and smiled. Then Grandpa Rupert arrived, tall and white-haired, smelling of licorice and wool. He'd looked down at her, suitcase in hand, and said, So this is the girl. Entirely ordinary, then. And Charlie crumbled. Mom never let on that she was disappointed, but Charlie saw her behind Grandpa and saw the way her smile faltered, just for a moment. A few months later, Mom and Dad brought Matty home. Matty was special. So was Opal, who drifted in the door the next year, the light shining right through her. And Gideon, who arrived the year after, four years old and already making books fly off the shelves when he threw a tantrum. You and me, we don't have any special powers, her dad told her, sitting under the shade of the old oak tree in the backyard. Heck, when I got assigned to the Division, I didn't even belie...

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Kate Alice Marshall writes books for all ages, from middle grade to adult. Her YA novels include I Am Still Alive, Rules for Vanishing, Our Last Echoes, and These Fleeting Shadows. She is also the author of the middle grade novels Thirteens, Brackenbeast, and Glassheart. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family.

Visit her online at katemarshallbooks.com and follow her on Twitter @kmarshallarts.

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It's hard to fight the supernatural when you're naturally "un-super." This chilling middle grade is perfect for fans of Stranger Things and Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark...even if they don't have any special powers.

Charlie Greer is nothing special—at least not compared to her adopted siblings. Her younger sister is a ghost. Her brother Mateo is a werewolf. Gideon is the product of seriously sketchy experiments that gave him telekinetic powers. Even her parents work for the Division of Extranormal Investigations tracking down all things supernatural, alien, and otherwise unusual.

Charlie's mom says her superpower is maturity—which doesn't really count. But what Charlie lacks in powers she makes up for by keeping the household running. Now, with her parents off on their first vacation in years, it’s up to her to take care of her siblings and make sure nothing disrupts the trip.

But then the new neighbors arrive. The Weavers are a nice, normal couple. Too nice and too normal. And for some reason, they don't seem to want Charlie to see inside their house. She’s certain they’re hiding something. Charlie has to uncover what's going on with the Weavers and stop their plans—without letting Mom and Dad find out anything is wrong.

Leseprobe
Chapter 1
Charlie Greer was nothing special.
Charlie had known from the time she could talk that the world was full of things wilder and stranger than most people could ever imagine. Her parents worked for the Division of Extranormal Research and Investigation, after all, dealing with all the strange and inexplicable things—extranormal things— in the world. That meant everything from ghosts and lake monstersto witches and weird science to mysterious disappearances.
Then there was Charlie’s mother. She could see what was hidden, know what was secret, even catch glimpses of things that hadn’t happened yet. You couldn’t have a mom like Leigh Greer without knowing there was more to the world than met the eye.
For a while when she was very young, Charlie had been convinced that she had inherited her mother’s gifts. She had run her fingers over the treasures in the local antique store, certain that shefelt something, a whisper of memory clinging to wood and tin. She had picked her dreams apart for meaning and tried to match them to the things that happened when she was awake. She was sure, oh so sure, that she was special, too.
“We’ll see when Grandpa Rupert visits,” her mother had told her, snuggled up in bed at night. “He can always tell.” And she tapped Charlie on the nose and smiled.
Then Grandpa Rupert arrived, tall and white-haired, smelling of licorice and wool. He’d looked down at her, suitcase in hand, and said, “So this is the girl. Entirely ordinary, then.”
And Charlie crumbled.
Mom never let on that she was disappointed, but Charlie saw her behind Grandpa and saw the way her smile faltered, just for a moment.
A few months later, Mom and Dad brought Matty home. Matty was special. So was Opal, who drifted in the door the next year, the light shining right through her. And Gideon, who arrived the year after, four years old and already making books fly off the shelves when he threw a tantrum.
“You and me, we don’t have any special powers,” her dad told her, sitting under the shade of the old oak tree in the backyard. “Heck, when I got assigned to the Division, I didn’t even believe in all this stuff. But in all the cases your mom and I have worked, we did it together. As partners. Not h…