{"product_id":"black-creek-crossingisbn-9780449006542","title":"Black Creek Crossing","description":"The dark history and dire secrets of a peaceful small town are summoned from the shadows of the past. Unholy forces are stirred from long slumber to monstrous new life. And two young misfits discover the chilling art of turning persecution into retribution. With these eerie ingredients, bestselling master John Saul once again works his unique brand of sinister magic to conjure an unforgettable tale of unspeakable terror.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor most of her young life, thirteen-year-old Angel Sullivan has been on the outside looking in, enduring the taunts of cruel schoolmates and the angry abuse of a bitter father. Then Angel’s family moves to the quaint town of Roundtree, Massachusetts—where a charming home is available, a promising job awaits Angel’s unemployed father, and most of all, the chance to make a new start beckons to the shy, hopeful teenager. But when she is shunned by her new classmates, Angel falls deeper into despair. Until she meets Seth Baker, a fellow outcast—and a fateful kinship is forged. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s Seth who tells Angel the unspoken truth about the legacy of murder that hangs over her family’s home—and the whispered rumors that something supernatural still dwells there. Uncertain whether the stories are true, and desperate to escape the torment of their daily lives, Angel and Seth devote themselves to contacting whatever restless soul haunts the dark recesses of Black Creek Crossing. But once they have begun, there is no turning back. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGuided by an anguished and vengeful spirit, they uncover the shocking events and centuries-old horrors that lay buried beneath the placid veneer of Roundtree. And along with the ghastly revelations comes a terrifying power—one that feeds upon the rage of the victimized, turning the basest impulses and most dangerous desires into devastating weapons. Now, the closer Angel and Seth are pushed toward the edge by their tormentors, the deeper they descend into the maelstrom of dark forces they’ve unleashed . . . and the more unspeakable the hour of reckoning will be.\u003ci\u003eBlack Creek Crossing\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eis\u003cb\u003e JOHN SAUL\u003c\/b\u003e’s thirty-first novel. His first novel, \u003ci\u003eSuffer the   Children\u003c\/i\u003e, published in 1977, was an immediate million-copy bestseller. His other   bestselling novels of suspense include \u003ci\u003eMidnight Voices\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Manhattan Hunt Club\u003c\/i\u003e,   \u003ci\u003eNightshade\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Right Hand of Evil\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Presence\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBlack Lightning\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eGuardian\u003c\/i\u003e, and   \u003ci\u003eThe Homing\u003c\/i\u003e. He is also the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling serial thriller   \u003ci\u003eThe Blackstone Chronicles\u003c\/i\u003e, initially published in six installments but now available   in one complete volume. Mr. Saul divides his time between Seattle, Washington, and   Maui, Hawaii.\u003cb\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs the last bell of the day rang, angel sullivan sat quietly in her  seat in the last row of Mr. English's room and waited for her  classmates to disappear before she even started stowing her books in  her backpack. Finally, when even the chatter in the corridor outside  the room had died down, she stood up to pull on her jacket.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You okay, Angel?\" the teacher asked, peering worriedly at her from  behind his desk.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOkay? she repeated silently to herself. How could she be okay after  what had happened this morning? And if Mr. English didn't know what was  wrong, how was she going to explain it to him? After all, it had  happened right there during the first period, just before the bell  sounded, when Mr. English asked the class if they wanted to sing \"Happy  Birthday\" to her. \"Happy Birthday,\" like it was still third grade!  Didn't he know that none of her classmates even spoke to her except to  say mean things? So there she'd sat, in her seat in the last row, her  face burning with embarrassment as a horrible silence fell over the  room and half the class turned to stare at her. The only thing that  saved her from bursting into tears of humiliation was that the bell had  rung. Then everyone rushed for the door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd now Mr. English wanted to know if she was okay?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBiting her lip but saying nothing, she hurried toward the door and the  safety of the corridor beyond, which with any luck would now be empty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Angel?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe heard Mr. English, but was already out of the room, the door  swinging shut behind her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAngel. What kind of name was Angel?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor a long time-well, maybe not all that long, but for a while,  anyway-she had thought it was a wonderful name, maybe the most  wonderful name in the world. Even now, memories of phrases from when  she was barely more than a baby echoed softly in her mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDaddy's little Angel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMommy's little Angel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGrammy's perfect little Angel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt had been Grammy who gave her the very first Halloween costume she  could remember. It was a white dress that Angel was certain had been  made of satin but her mother insisted was only cheap muslin. But it  didn't matter, because it had white sequins sewn all over it that  glittered even when she was standing as still as she possibly could. On  the back of the dress there were two wings Grammy had made of  papier-mâché and then covered with white feathers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I've been saving them ever since you were born,\" Grammy had told her  as she carefully fitted the wings onto her tiny three-year-old  shoulders. \"Some people might tell you they're only seagull feathers,  but don't you believe them.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But if they didn't come from seagulls, where did they come from?\"Angel had asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Angels,\" Grammy told her, looking deep into her eyes. \"Angels just  like you. They come to me when I dream, and leave feathers on my  pillow. Feathers from real angels for my own perfect little Angel.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAngel still had those wings, but they no longer hung on the wall of her  room, as they once had. Now they were wrapped in tissue paper and  packed away in an old hat box she'd found in the basement of the house  they lived in when she was nine, and even though her mother thought  they should be thrown away, Angel knew they never would be. They were  all she had to remind her of Grammy, who died a little while after that  wonderful Halloween when she'd worn the angel costume, and Grammy held  her hand and led her up to the porches decorated with jack-o-lanterns.  Angel remembered being too shy to knock on the doors herself, and too  terrified of the strangers who answered the doors to call out \"Trick or  treat,\" so Grammy had done that for her too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen, even before all her Halloween candy was gone, Grammy had died.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd she had been alone ever since, with only the wonderful feathered  wings to remember her grandmother by.","brand":"Ballantine Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303339708645,"sku":"NP9780449006542","price":7.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780449006542.jpg?v=1730753940","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/black-creek-crossingisbn-9780449006542","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}