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First in a thrilling supernatural trilogy! "Breathless. . . . Suspenseful." — Kirkus Reviews
A sense of foreboding sets in the moment fourteen-year-old twins Rachel and Adam arrive from New York to visit their English grandmother. The station is empty, village streets are deserted, locals are hostile, and even their frail Granny Root is oddly distant. And who is the strange boy, Gabriel, who speaks to them telepathically, and what about the bees that appear to follow a mysterious force? It all seems tied up with the Triskellion — a symbol etched in chalk on the moors — and an ancient feud that keeps villagers warily apart. With a growing sense of danger, the twins must unearth a secret that has protected the village for centuries, one that reveals a shocking truth about their ancestors — and themselves.
forward with his head down, barging his way between the brothers who shouted and swore in frustration as they grabbed at him and missed. Adam kept running, wiping the gobbet of spit from his face, furiously rubbing his wet and sticky palm across his T-shirt as he ran back round to the front of the pavilion. And ran, and ran… “We can’t just disappear…” Rachel was still pleading with Adam as they stepped on to the train but her argument continued to fall on deaf ears as it had all the way from
and pulled her face to his, pressing their foreheads together and shutting his eyes. Still moaning, still in pain, Rachel complied. And let him into her mind. “We have to find this tree,” Gabriel said. “You’ve got to concentrate. Picture the tree, picture it in as much detail as you can. I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s like it has five or six trunks, all wound together to make one big trunk. Really wide…” An image began to form in Rachel’s mind. Roots pushed from the ground, morphing
yesterday.” “What about the other one?” Wing asked. Laura looked confused. “The one we found with the bodies, you mean?” Wing stubbed out his cigarette in a saucer, staring hard at Adam. “No,” he said. “Not that one. A little bird tells me that a third part may have been discovered, and I know you two have been doing a little treasure hunting.” “What little bird?” Adam asked. “Well, an acquaintance of mine was having a friendly chat with our local beekeeper the other evening…” Adam and
comfortingly as they walked. “I’ve got the other blade,” he said. Rachel gasped. Laura stopped in her tracks. “What, the one stolen from the church?” “No way. We wouldn’t do that,” Adam said. “Honest, Laura. It’s another one. We found it fair and square. Hilary Wing locked me in his cellar and I tunnelled out.” Rachel nodded to confirm her brother’s story. “He nearly died,” she said. “How on earth did you find it?” Laura asked, astonished. “We had a map,” Rachel said. “Jacob Honeyman helped
one another. “Yew?” Laura shook her head, as though trying to process this new information. The implications of it. “They’re seriously toxic.” “Exactly,” the archaeologist said. “Both guts contained significant traces of yew berries. These people were poisoned.” Oh, my God. The voice inside Adam’s head was Rachel’s and he knew that she could hear the same thought coming from him. “That’s not all.” The archaeologist hesitated. “We’ve also established that the female was pregnant when she