Wretched Waterpark

Unfortunately for them, the spa wasn’t interested in peace, or rest, but perhaps resting in peace was on the agenda….

Wil didn’t look up from her phone. “A family vacation lodge. In the Little Transylvanian Mountains. It has a five-star rating on…Gulp. Gulp again,” she muttered.

“It feels like if you do something just in case, that case always ends up happening.”

Alexander thought that if The Widow in the Tower was a book, he’d want to read it. And now he could imagine himself as the hero in that story.
But he was very, very wrong about what kind of story he was in.

He shoved the book into one of his jacket pockets. He always chose jackets with pockets large enough to accommodate books, because he was a smart and practical young man.

Alexander frowned. He had been thinking about the same thing, but every time he tried to settle his mind on it and work through it point by point, it kind of…drifted away, like fog disappearing in the morning sun

An Account of the Widows of Fathom’s End.

The world was much stranger—and surprisingly more sinister—without the elder Sinister-Winterbottoms.

Theo’s hand was already in Alexander’s. They only held hands when they were nervous or scared.

It felt like a mystery, but he didn’t want to be in this one.