The Curse in the Candlelight
There’s a new girl at Rookwood School, and new mystery for Scarlet and Ivy to solve.It’s a brand-new term for Scarlet and Ivy, and the girls are intrigued by a fascinating new girl, Ebony. She’s as enchanting as she is mysterious, and she’s began to gather quite the following – in fact, most of the younger girls appear to be under her spell.But rumours swirl like ghosts around Ebony, and not all of them are nice. And when a prank on All Hallow’s Eve goes horribly wrong, it’s Ebony who gets the blame.Ivy and Scarlet aren’t so sure. There might be more to Ebony than meets the eye, but surely she’s not dangerous? But if it’s not Ebony, then who or what is to blame?
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books 2018
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Illustration copyright © Manuel Šumberac, 2018
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Version: 2017-12-07
âThis is one of the best books I have ever read. It was exciting, funny, warm and mysterious.â Lily, aged 9
âThe whole book was brilliant ⦠after the first paragraph it was as though Ivy was my best friend.â Ciara, aged 10
âThis book is full of excitement and adventure â a masterpiece!â Jennifer, aged 9
âThis is a page-turning mystery adventure with puzzles that keep you guessing.â Felicity, aged 11
âA brilliant and exciting book.â Evie, aged 8
âThe story shone with excitement, secrets and bonds of friendship ⦠If I had to mark this book out of 10, I would give it 11!â Sidney, aged 11
For Theo and Willow, who are tiny and new
Contents
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I ran into what had once been our bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I flung myself down on the dusty sheets and beat the pillow with my fists, sending clouds billowing into the air.
It wasnât long until I heard light footsteps gently treading the stairs, and the creak of someone pushing the door open. I knew it was my twin, Ivy.
âScarlet,â she whispered, somewhere near my ear.
âNo,â I said, my face still in the pillow.
âNo what?â she asked.
I pushed myself up and stared at her, my arms folded. âNo, Iâm not going back in there. And no, Iâm not going to apologise!â
She sat down on the bed beside me. âI wasnât going to say that. I donât blame you at all. I think she should apologise. But I know she never will.â
We hadnât wanted to go to our fatherâs house that summer in the first place. Weâd spent most of the holidays with our scatterbrained Aunt Phoebe, in her cosy cottage. It meant cleaning and tidying and cooking because our aunt could barely remember to do that for herself, let alone us as well, but we didnât mind. Aunt Phoebeâs house was always filled with love.
Fatherâs house, on the other hand, was filled with the stepmother who hated us, and our three hideous stepbrothers. I couldnât bear it. I missed Father sometimes â or maybe I just missed the way he had been. The rest of them were a nightmare. I hadnât wanted to go back.
But in a rare moment of remembering that we existed, Father had turned up at Aunt Phoebeâs the day before our birthday, asking to bring us home. Aunt Phoebe had thought this was a âlovely surpriseâ and so here we were now. I would rather have caught the plague, to be quite honest.
Unfortunately, we hadnât had a choice in the matter. We had waved goodbye to our aunt and sat bundled in the back of Fatherâs motor car, dreading what would lie ahead at the end of the journey.
