Informationen zum Autor Kate Alice Marshall started writing before she could hold a pen properly, and never stopped. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with a chaotic menagerie of pets and family members, and ventures out in the summer to kayak and camp along Puget Sound. She is the author of the YA novels I Am Still Alive , Rules for Vanishing , and Our Last Echoes . She is also the author of middle grade novels Thirteens and Brackenbeast . Visit her online at katemarshallbooks.com and follow her on Twitter @kmarshallarts. Klappentext "Now Eleanor and her best friends, Pip and Otto, have one last chance to escape the People Who Look Away. The last of the evil siblings is their most formidable opponent yet,with two vicious hounds at her side and the ability to open roads across time and worlds. When Eleanor and her friends flee into another world to escape her clutches, they accidentally disrupt the flow of time itself, plunging Eden Eld into chaos. Worse, the trio has a second curse to contend with: they've been infected by the Prime Stories, malicious fairy tales that take people over and erase their memories. But the power of these Stories may also hold the key to defeating the People Who Look Away, and Eleanor and her friends must decide what they're willing to sacrifice to stop the wicked siblings." Leseprobe One Eleanor Barton had just asked her aunt to pass the marshmallows when a fairy tale walked across the back lawn. Eleanor froze, staring out the kitchen window at the tall, dark-haired woman as she lifted her hands, motes of light drifting around her like stars. There was a moment of perfect stillness, and then she began to weave the moonlight around her in a flowing dance. This was, Eleanor thought, extremely inconvenient. "Something wrong?" Eleanor's aunt, Jenny, asked with a troubled little frown, mini marshmallow bag still extended. Jenny and her husband, Ben, were not exactly aware that for the past several days a woman out of a fairy tale had been staying in their house. Not just any woman: the girl with backward hands, heroine of a number of the stories in Thirteen Tales of the Gray. Her name was Wander, which was all she'd managed to tell Eleanor and her friends before she declared herself "weary" and fell asleep. For four solid days. "Nothing's wrong," Eleanor said quickly. Luckily, Aunt Jenny and Uncle Ben were sitting with their backs to the kitchen window, but Naomi, Eleanor's seven-month-old cousin, giggled madly, pudgy hands stretched toward the window. At least this meant Wander was awake. "You can talk to us, you know," Ben said. "I realize we're totally uncool adults, but we're pretty smart." Jenny and Ben had been trying to turn Hot Cocoa Night into Tell Us Your Problems Night for months, but Eleanor couldn't exactly break it to them that her problems were less "homework is hard" and more "immortal bad guys are trying to capture me and my friends so they can get home to their freaky evil world." "Everything is fine," Eleanor assured them, just as Jack, her father, strode across the lawn. He gestured frantically at Wander. Wander dropped her hands, and the moonlight trailed to the ground with a sound like a violin bow sighing across the strings. Jenny started to turn to see what had made the noise. In a second Jenny was going to see Wander. And while most people couldn't see magical things properly, or remember them once they had, that forgetfulness came at a price. Just this past spring, mud monsters had attacked the house and kidnapped Ben. Afterward, Jenny had migraines for over a month, and Ben still woke up with nightmares-even though they didn't remember any of it. Eleanor thought frantically. She needed to distract them. "How do you know if you like someone?" she blurted out. Jenny's head whipped back around. "Do you hav...

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The terrifying conclusion to Thirteens and Brackenbeast, for fans of Neil Gaiman's Coraline and Stranger Things.

First they defeated Mr. January.
 
Next they trapped his sister, Mrs. Prosper.
 
Now Eleanor and her best friends, Pip and Otto, have one last chance to escape the People Who Look Away.
 
The last of the evil siblings is their most formidable opponent yet,with two vicious hounds at her side and the ability to open roads across time and worlds.
 
When Eleanor and her friends flee into another world to escape her clutches, they accidentally disrupt the flow of time itself, plunging Eden Eld into chaos. Worse, the trio has a second curse to contend with: they’ve been infected by the Prime Stories, malicious fairy tales that take people over and erase their memories. But the power of these Stories may also hold the key to defeating the People Who Look Away, and Eleanor and her friends must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice to stop the wicked siblings.
 
Eleanor has already lost so much. She’s not sure if she can stand more heartache. So as the Stories continue to take over, she wonders if forgetting might be better after all. Or can she find a way to be a hero—and still stay Eleanor?

Leseprobe
One

Eleanor Barton had just asked her aunt to pass the marshmallows when a fairy tale walked across the back lawn.

Eleanor froze, staring out the kitchen window at the tall, dark-haired woman as she lifted her hands, motes of light drifting around her like stars. There was a moment of perfect stillness, and then she began to weave the moonlight around her in a flowing dance.

This was, Eleanor thought, extremely inconvenient.

"Something wrong?" Eleanor's aunt, Jenny, asked with a troubled little frown, mini marshmallow bag still extended.

Jenny and her husband, Ben, were not exactly aware that for the past several days a woman out of a fairy tale had been staying in their house. Not just any woman: the girl with backward hands, heroine of a number of the stories in Thirteen Tales of the Gray. Her name was Wander, which was all she'd managed to tell Eleanor and her friends before she declared herself "weary" and fell asleep.

For four solid days.

"Nothing's wrong," Eleanor said quickly. Luckily, Aunt Jenny and Uncle Ben were sitting with their backs to the kitchen window, but Naomi, Eleanor's seven-month-old cousin, giggled madly, pudgy hands stretched toward the window.

At least this meant Wander was awake.

"You can talk to us, you know," Ben said. "I realize we're totally uncool adults, but we're pretty smart."

Jenny and Ben had been trying to turn Hot Cocoa Night into Tell Us Your Problems Night for months, but Eleanor couldn't exactly break it to them that her problems were less "homework is hard" and more "immortal bad guys are trying to capture me and my friends so they can get home to their freaky evil world."

"Everything is fine," Eleanor assured them, just as Jack, her father, strode across the lawn. He gestured frantically at Wander.

Wander dropped her hands, and the moonlight trailed to the ground with a sound like a violin bow sighing across the strings. Jenny started to turn to see what had made the noise.

In a second Jenny was going to see Wander. And while most people couldn't see magical things properly, or remember them once they had, that forgetfulness came at a price. Just this past spring, mud monsters had attacked the house and kidnapped Ben. Afterward, Jenny had migraines for over a month, and Ben still woke up with nightmares-even though they didn't remember any of it.

Eleanor thought frantically. She needed to distract them. "How do you know if you like someone?" she blurted out.

Jenny's head whipped back around. "Do you have a crush, Ellie-Belly?" she asked.

"You haven't called me that since I was four," Eleanor complained, cheeks turning red-hot. "And no. Or maybe? I don't know." It had just been the first thing she could think of. She didn't have time for crushes.…