{"product_id":"dead-voices-isbn-9780525515050","title":"Dead Voices","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Katherine Arden returns with another creepy, spine-tingling adventure in the critically acclaimed Small Spaces Quartet.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaving survived sinister scarecrows and the malevolent smiling man in \u003ci\u003eSmall Spaces\u003c\/i\u003e, newly minted best friends Ollie, Coco, and Brian are ready to spend a relaxing winter break skiing together with their parents at Mount Hemlock Resort. But when a snowstorm sets in, causing the power to flicker out and the cold to creep closer and closer, the three are forced to settle for hot chocolate and board games by the fire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOllie, Coco, and Brian are determined to make the best of being snowed in, but odd things keep happening. Coco is convinced she has seen a ghost, and Ollie is having nightmares about frostbitten girls pleading for help. Then Mr. Voland, a mysterious ghost hunter, arrives in the midst of the storm to investigate the hauntings at Hemlock Lodge. Ollie, Coco, and Brian want to trust him, but Ollie's watch, which once saved them from the smiling man, has a new cautionary message: BEWARE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith Mr. Voland's help, Ollie, Coco, and Brian reach out to the dead voices at Mount Hemlock. Maybe the ghosts need their help--or maybe not all ghosts can or should be trusted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDead Voices\u003c\/i\u003e is a terrifying follow-up to \u003ci\u003eSmall Spaces\u003c\/i\u003e with thrills and chills galore and the captive foreboding of a classic ghost story.\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eDead Voices:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e★\u003c\/b\u003e “Arden handily transforms the \u003cb\u003ehaunted house story\u003c\/b\u003e into something much richer, scarier, and more sinister. . . Middle-graders who \u003cb\u003ethrill to spooks and scares\u003c\/b\u003e will find plenty (maybe even more than they bargained for!) here.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★\u003c\/b\u003e “Arden's high scare factor, richly drawn mountain setting, relevant themes of loss and belonging, and vividly eerie descriptions evoke \u003cb\u003ethe very best of horror\u003c\/b\u003e for this age set.” —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003cb\u003e starred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★\u003c\/b\u003e “In this \u003cb\u003espooky sequel\u003c\/b\u003e to \u003ci\u003eSmall Spaces,\u003c\/i\u003e Arden excels at creating an atmosphere of claustrophobic tension with \u003cb\u003ememorably menacing\u003c\/b\u003e details. Readers will again be invested in the \u003cb\u003eghoulish surprises\u003c\/b\u003e in store for the resourceful, likably flawed protagonists.” —\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eStanding just fine on its own\u003c\/b\u003e (though newcomers will definitely be inspired to read \u003ci\u003eSmall Spaces\u003c\/i\u003e), this is a fine addition to any \u003cb\u003escary stories\u003c\/b\u003e shelf.” —\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eEntertaining\u003c\/b\u003e and will be\u003cb\u003e enjoyed\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eby middle school fans of light horror\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eVOYA\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This \u003cb\u003echilling sequel\u003c\/b\u003e to \u003ci\u003eSmall Spaces\u003c\/i\u003e . . . [has all] the necessary trappings for a \u003cb\u003eclassic ghost story\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Horn Book\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cu\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eSmall Spaces:\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e★ ★ ★ \u003cb\u003eThree Starred Reviews\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e22 State Awards\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of 2018 – Middle-Grade\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of 2018 – Middle-Grade\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Chicago Public Library’s Best of the Best Books of 2018\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAn Amazon Best Book – October 2018\u003cbr\u003eA CCBC Choices List Pick – 2019\u003cbr\u003eAn ALA Notable Children’s Book – 2019\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e★\u003c\/b\u003e “\u003cb\u003eAtmospheric\u003c\/b\u003e horror at its best. \u003cb\u003eChillingly tender\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003estarred review \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★\u003c\/b\u003e “With a \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003etantalizing\u003c\/b\u003e pace\u003c\/b\u003e and palpable suspense, all nicely grounded in realistic emotions, this well-wrought \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003espine-tingler is destined to be a hit\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e (just makes sure the lights stay on).”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003estarred review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ “\u003cb\u003eRiveting\u003c\/b\u003e…\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eThe story moves at a good pace with just enough clues to keep the reader intrigued and guessing.”—\u003ci\u003eSchool Library Connection\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003estarred review\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Is it a mystery? A fairy tale? A horror thriller? As the suspense gripped me, I just wanted to know one thing—WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? \u003cb\u003eTerrifying and fun\u003c\/b\u003e.”—\u003cb\u003eR. L. Stine\u003c\/b\u003e, author of the \u003ci\u003eGoosebumps\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eFear Street\u003c\/i\u003e series\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“The \u003cb\u003eperfect book to be read by firelight\u003c\/b\u003e during a chilly autumn evening—though you might find yourself inching closer to the light as the story nears its terrifying conclusion. Katherine Arden is a gifted storyteller with a wicked imagination!”—\u003cb\u003eJ. A. White\u003c\/b\u003e, author of The \u003ci\u003eThickety\u003c\/i\u003e series and \u003ci\u003eNightbooks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“This book scared the snot out of me. \u003cb\u003eFast-paced and spine-tinglingly delightful\u003c\/b\u003e. I defy you to read the first two chapters without staying up the rest of the night to finish. You’ve been warned!”\u003ci\u003e—\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eJonathan Auxier\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eThe Night Gardener\u003c\/i\u003eKatherine Arden is the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of the Winternight trilogy and the Small Spaces quartet. In addition to writing novels, she enjoys aimless travel, growing vegetables, and running wild through the woods with her dog. She lives in Vermont.Coco opened her mouth to scream, and woke up with a gasp.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e She was in the car, in the snowstorm, driving to Mount Hemlock, and her mother was talking to Mr. Adler in the front seat. It was cold in the back seat; her toes in their winter boots were numb. Coco sat still for a second, breathing fast with fright. \u003ci\u003eJust a dream\u003c\/i\u003e, she told herself. She’d had a lot of scarecrow dreams in the last few months. So had Ollie and Brian. \u003ci\u003eJust a dream\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “How much farther, Roger?” Coco’s mom asked.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Should be pretty close now,” said Mr. Adler.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Coco, a little dazed from her nightmare, stared out the front windshield. It was snowing even harder. The road was a thin yellowish-white strip, piled thick with snow. More snow bowed the trees on either side.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The Subaru was moving slowly. The thick snow groaned under the wheels, and Mr. Adler seemed to be struggling to keep the car going straight on the slippery road. “What a night, huh?” he said.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Want me to drive?” asked Coco’s mom.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e This time the usual cheer was gone from Mr. Adler’s reply. “It’s okay. I know the car better.” Lower, he added, “Just pray we don’t get stuck.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Now the car was coming down into a gully, the road turning slightly.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But the road wasn’t empty. For a stomach-clenching second, Coco thought she was still dreaming. Right in front of them, in the middle of the road, stood a tall figure in a ragged blue ski jacket. It looked like a scarecrow. The figure was perfectly still. One palm was raised and turned out as though to beg. As though to say, \u003ci\u003eSTOP\u003c\/i\u003e. The face was hidden by a ski mask.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Coco felt a jolt of terror. But then she realized that the person had real hands. Not garden tools. She wasn’t dreaming; this wasn’t a scarecrow.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Adler wasn’t slowing down. “Stop!” yelled Coco, yanking herself upright. “Look! \u003ci\u003eLook!\u003c\/i\u003e”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Adler slammed on the brakes. The car skidded, turning sideways, swinging them toward the thick black ranks of trees. Coco braced, waiting to hear the thump of someone slamming into the side of the car. The person had been \u003ci\u003eso close\u003c\/i\u003e . . .\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Nothing.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The car shuddered to a stop, only a couple feet from the nearest tree trunk.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e All of them sat stunned for a second.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I didn’t feel us hit anything.” Mr. Adler sounded like he was taking deep breaths, trying to be calm. “What did you see, Coco?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Coco was startled. “You didn’t see it? There was a person in the road! We must have hit him!” Her voice sounded squeaky. She hated when her voice sounded squeaky. Had they hurt someone? Had they \u003ci\u003ekilled\u003c\/i\u003e . . .\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Ollie’s dad put on the emergency brake and turned on the car’s hazard lights. “Kids, I need you to stay—” he began, but Ollie had already unlocked her door and scrambled out into the snow. It came up to her knees. Brian was right behind her on his side, and Coco, although her hands were shaking, hurried after them.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Coco!” cried her mom as she and Mr. Adler followed. “Coco, don’t look, get back, be careful—”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Coco pretended not to hear. She grabbed her phone, went around the car, and shined the light at the snow. Brian was doing the same. Ollie had pulled a headlamp from the pocket on her car door. The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, shining their flashlights all around the car. The snow was falling so thickly that they couldn’t see anything outside the circle of their lights. Faintly, Coco heard the whisper of wind in the pine needles overhead.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Adler had a flashlight from the glove compartment. Coco’s mom stood next to him, squinting into the snowstorm. Four beams of light shone on the snow. The road was utterly empty. Coco saw the tracks where the car had come down, saw the huge sideways mark of the car’s skid. But nothing else.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I don’t see anyone. Any tracks, even,” said her mom. “Thank god.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “But I\u003ci\u003e saw\u003c\/i\u003e someone,” protested Coco. “In the road. A person. They had their hand out.” She raised her own arm, palm out, to demonstrate. “They were wearing a blue ski jacket, but no gloves. Ollie, did you see?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I thought I might have seen something,” said Ollie. She sounded doubtful. “Like a shadow. But I wasn’t sure. There’s so much snow. Brian?”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Brian shook his head. “But,” he said loyally, “Ollie and I couldn’t see out the windshield as well as Coco, since she was in the middle.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Coco’s mom gestured at the snow, which was unmarked except for the car’s tracks and their own footprints. “I don’t think there was anyone here.” She started to shiver. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e They’d all taken off their heavy coats for driving, and now the snow was piling up on their shoulders.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I \u003ci\u003esaw\u003c\/i\u003e someone,” Coco insisted, but the others, eager to get back into the warm car, weren’t listening anymore. She hurried after them. “I definitely saw someone.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “It might have just been a shadow, Tiny,” said Brian reasonably. “Or a deer. Or maybe you were just dreaming and you mixed up being asleep and being awake.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I wasn’t imagining things!” cried Coco, wishing \u003ci\u003eso hard\u003c\/i\u003e that her voice wouldn’t squeak. “And don’t call me Tiny!”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “But there’s obviously no one—” Brian began.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Hey,” said Ollie’s dad, cutting them off. “Easy now, both of you. Just be glad we didn’t hit anyone. Let’s get back in the car. It’s not safe here.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Coco climbed unhappily back into the car. She felt like everyone was just a little bit mad at her for yelling \u003ci\u003estop \u003c\/i\u003eso that Mr. Adler had to slam on his brakes and send them skidding dangerously across the road. She was \u003ci\u003esure\u003c\/i\u003e she’d seen someone.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e But she \u003ci\u003ehad \u003c\/i\u003ebeen half asleep. Maybe she did dream it. As they drove away, Coco turned around and looked out the back window.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Just for a second, she thought she saw a dark figure lit red by the car’s rear lights. It stood facing them in the middle of the road. One bare hand was still upraised.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Like a plea.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Like a warning.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Guys,” she whispered. “It’s there. It’s \u003ci\u003eright back there\u003c\/i\u003e.” Ollie and Brian turned around.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e There was a small silence.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “I don’t see anything,” said Ollie.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Coco looked again.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The figure was gone.","brand":"G.P. 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