{"product_id":"gargantis-isbn-9781536219098","title":"Gargantis","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn the second fantasy set in Eerie-on-Sea, Herbert and Violet team up to solve the mystery of Gargantis — an ancient creature of the deep with the power to create life-threatening storms.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere's a storm brewing over Eerie-on-Sea, and the fisherfolk say a monster is the cause. Someone has woken the ancient Gargantis, who sleeps in the watery caves beneath this spooky seaside town where legends have a habit of coming to life. It seems the Gargantis is looking for something: a treasure stolen from her underwater lair. And it just might be in the Lost-and-Foundery at the Grand Nautilus Hotel, in the care of one Herbert Lemon, Lost-and-Founder. With the help of the daring Violet Parma, ever-reliable Herbie will do his best to figure out what the Gargantis wants and who stole her treasure in the first place. In a town full of suspicious, secretive characters, it could be anyone!Underlying all the fun is a gentle, unforced message about life's interdependence. Human, animal, and mechanical characters (especially the charming hermit crab) are a winning assortment: enchanting or horrifying, quirky or droll, invariably original. Enticing mysteries remain to be solved...Evocative settings, ingenious plotting, sly humor, and shivery suspense render this sequel an unmitigated delight.\u003cbr\u003e—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFortunately, Herbert has several allies, notably pushy but clever Violet Parma and Clermit, a small but well-armed clockwork hermit crab, to help him quiet the monster but keep it alive. Said quest bears fruit, but only at the climax of a suspenseful narrative awash in old legends, secret codes, strange local characters, and hints of startling revelations to come.\u003cbr\u003e—Booklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHaving already dealt with one legendary sea creature in Malamander (BCCB 9\/19), Herbie Lemon and his pal Violet must now face another monster that threatens Eerie-on-Sea...Fans of the first will continue to delight in Taylor’s wry humor, and one can only hope for more strange adventures in Eerie-on-Sea.\u003cbr\u003e—Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books\u003cb\u003eThomas Taylor \u003c\/b\u003eis an award-winning author-illustrator for children whose debut novel, \u003ci\u003eMalamander, \u003c\/i\u003ekicked off this mystery series. He illustrated the cover for the original British edition of the first Harry Potter book and has since gone on to write and illustrate several picture books and young adult novels, including the graphic novel \u003ci\u003eScarlett Hart: Monster Hunter\u003c\/i\u003e by Marcus Sedgwick. Thomas Taylor lives on the south coast of England.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eTom Booth \u003c\/b\u003emakes marks. He makes marks in books like this one, and he sometimes makes marks that move. Some of his marks — like those in \u003ci\u003eDon't Blink!\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThis Is Christmas \u003c\/i\u003e— have been given stars. Raised just outside Philadelphia, Tom Booth made his earliest marks on his parents’ antique table. He thinks the table looks better now. His parents aren't so sure. He lives in Brooklyn.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDeep Hood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  If there’s one thing hotels have a lot of, it’s strangers. Hotels are kind of in the stranger business, after all. But no hotel in the world puts the \u003ci\u003estrange \u003c\/i\u003ein \u003ci\u003estranger \u003c\/i\u003equite like the Grand Nautilus Hotel.\u003cbr\u003e   Take this guy, for example. The one who’s just come in from the storm. The one walking across the empty marble floor of the lobby. See him? The one whose face is hidden by the enormous hood of a long waxed coat streaming with rainwater? He doesn’t even pull his hood back to talk to the receptionist, and his luggage — a metal-bound wooden box clutched in one gloved hand — doesn’t leave his side for a moment.\u003cbr\u003e   Who is he? What’s his story?\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e   What’s in the box?\u003cbr\u003e   Of course, we’ll probably never know. And that’s fine. People are entitled to their privacy. Privacy is something else hotels have a lot of. Besides, there’s something sinister about this man, something threatening that makes me not want to know, to be honest. I’ll be quite happy once he’s up in his room, doing whatever dark and secret things he’s come here to do, far away from me. He takes his key and steps away from the reception desk . . .\u003cbr\u003e   . . . and starts walking in my direction!\u003cbr\u003e   I sit up and adjust my cap.\u003cbr\u003e   “May I help you, sir?” I say as the man in the overlong coat stops before the desk of my little cubbyhole. I look up and see nothing but darkness in that drooping hood. My cap starts to slip down the back of my head, so I straighten it.\u003cbr\u003e   “Herbert Lemon.” A voice comes from inside the hood, and I inch. There’s an unnatural edge to that voice that makes my skin crawl.\u003cbr\u003e   “Th-that’s right, sir,” I reply. “I’m Herbie Lemon, Lost-and-Founder at the Grand Nautilus Hotel, at your service. Have you lost something?”\u003cbr\u003e   There’s a sudden \u003ci\u003eKER-KER-BOOM\u003c\/i\u003e as a clap of thunder gallops around the town outside. The flash of lightning that rides with it only serves to highlight the darkness in the man’s hood. The wind flings rain against the windowpanes, and the hotel lamps flicker.\u003cbr\u003e   The man remains motionless, dripping rainwater on my counter.\u003cbr\u003e   “Um-umbrella, perhaps?” I suggest.\u003cbr\u003e   I glance at the metal-bound box in the man’s hand. There’s barely room for a change of underpants in a thing like that.\u003cbr\u003e   “Or luggage, maybe?”\u003cbr\u003e   My voice is almost a squeak now.\u003cbr\u003e   The man leans in, his hood nearly closing over my head. My nostrils full with the stink of wet coat and fishy breath.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e   “Do not ask what I have lost, Herbert Lemon,” comes the man’s voice, sounding as if each word is made with a great deal of effort. “Ask what I have found.”\u003cbr\u003e   And that’s when there’s another crash of thunder and the hotel’s lights go out.\u003cbr\u003e   Now, I know what you’re thinking. Yes, you — sitting there safe at home, staring into your book with bugged-out eyes, waiting for something horrible to happen to me. You’re thinking that I’m going to freak out now. And I admit, I am considering it. But you don’t get to be Lost-and-Founder at the Grand Nautilus Hotel without learning how to be a professional. So, OK, yes, maybe I’m not the bravest mouse in the basket, but I am in \u003ci\u003emy \u003c\/i\u003eplace, behind \u003ci\u003emy \u003c\/i\u003epolished desk, master of my own little world of lost property and shiny buttons. And so that’s why, when the lights come back on again, I’m still sitting exactly where I was, clutching my Lost-and-Founder’s cap with both hands and blinking at empty space.\u003cbr\u003e   Because, of course, the man with the deep hood has gone.","brand":"Walker Books US","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299971322085,"sku":"NP9781536219098","price":7.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781536219098.jpg?v=1767727885","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/gargantis-isbn-9781536219098","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}