They caught me as tight as a blackberry vine when it tangles your sleeve. “There’s always been a Hepzibah in this house, but now it seems I’m the only one living. You’re Susannah-they call you Sukie, don’t they?”Įvidently yes, because she went on. Despite her age, her voice was strong and low. The dark horizontal stripes made her look even more birchlike. She had her white hair pulled back from her face, but her eyebrows were still black. I hadn’t seen her in years-not since before my sister got sick-but she looked just the same, straight and thin and pale, like a birch tree. Pale daylight slanted down over her, making gray streaks in the air.
She was sitting in a wooden chair by the window. “Well, you’ve had a lot on your mind,” said Dad. Cousin Hepzibah was always so good to my brother.” The truck, heavy with everything we owned, lurched and bumped up the steep drive. I couldn’t see the ocean, but I smelled its salt.
The old Thorne Mansion stood black against the sky, bristling with gables and laced with leafless vines. The New-York Circulating Material RepositoryĪlmost there,” said Dad as we crested the last hill. Summary: Sukie braves the twists and turns of the spooky Poe Annex at the New-York Circulating Material Repository to untangle ancient family secrets, find hidden treasure, and help the ghosts who are haunting her house. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data You are supporting writers and allowing Penguin to continue to publish books for every reader. Thank you for buying an authorized edition of this book and for complying with copyright laws by not reproducing, scanning, or distributing any part of it in any form without permission. Copyright fuels creativity, encourages diverse voices, promotes free speech, and creates a vibrant culture. New Zealand | India | South Africa | China
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