Maddie

Twelve-year-old Maddie Grey was being chased by a killer.  Sometimes it seemed like a person – tall, lean, and darker than shadow – but other times it moved like a spider, scaling the walls or scurrying across the ceiling. Sweat pasted Maddie’s clothes against her skin, and her heart pounded in her ears.  Her chest heaved with every breath, and the air was like fire in her throat. She had nicks, cuts, and rug burns all over her body from running and stumbling through her grandmother’s old Victorian house. Built sometime in the 1800s, the house harbored its share of sinister secrets and was scary enough without a bloodthirsty creature on the loose.

Bri

Princess Bri squatted behind a row of tall grass, ankle-deep in the shallows of the lake. With her companions Pick and Scoop, who happened to be pixies, she had come hoping to catch a glimpse of a kelpie – one of the many mythical creatures that made their homes in the rivers and lochs of Ireland, and in the imaginations of its people. According to the legends, they were most likely to appear when the mists hovered thick above the water...