Their laughter grows louder,Their little feet patter.Don't make them angryOr your world will shatter.There's no where to go.Chills run down your spine.No where to run,And no where to hide.To them it's a game,And you're the next pawn.Play it correctly,You'll make it till dawn.One mistakeAnd it all ends.Don't mess up.Or you'll meet their friend.

Nathan Clark's gravestone reads: At rest. But Nathan is not at rest, and knows he won't be until he finds out why he died. How has he come to hover over his own funeral, a spectral spectator to the grief of his family and friends? Privy now to their innermost thoughts and feelings, Nathan spends the day of his wake getting to know the living as he has never known them before. But why isn't Nathan's young daughter Lois at the wake? Who are the two...

"An African-American middle schooler who has recently lost both his parents sees a ghost wearing old-fashioned clothing in the basement of the New York Public Library"--

When a 200-year-old witch attacks her, sixteen-year-old bookworm Lainey Styles is determined to find a logical explanation. Even with the impossible staring her in the face, Lainey refuses to believe it-until she finds a photograph linking the witch to her dead mother. After consulting a psychic, Lainey discovers that she, like her mother, is a Keeper: a witch with the exclusive ability to unlock and wield the Grimoire, a dangerous but powerful spell...

"Ivy Pocket arrives in London, protects the Clock Diamond, and realizes that her friend Rebecca may not be dead after all"--