Longest Halloween, Book Three (eBook)

Gabbie Del Toro and the Mystery of the Warlock's Urn

Frank Wood (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
544 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
979-8-3178-1827-2 (ISBN)

Infos

Meet young witch-in-training Gabbie Del Toro! Gabbie, along with her friends and family, becomes embroiled in a sinister plot to imprison her father, the famed warlock professor Barister Del Toro. When Gabbie realizes that she has the power to expose the scheme and free her father from a dire fate, it will take all the courage that she can muster to face down the malevolent forces that would swirl against her.

Frank Wood is an award-winning author who has cherished a love for Halloween since his early childhood. For Frank, Halloween wasn't about something sinister but was a time when imagination and creativity took center stage. His mother would decorate their rowhouse with cutouts of witches, ghosts, goblins, and werewolves, transforming their home into a Halloween wonderland. Frank has been the recipient of the Mom's Choice Award for Young Adult Literature and Purple Dragonfly Book Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Frank currently lives in the great Northwest with his wife, sons and two dogs.

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Meet young witch-in-training Gabbie Del Toro! Gabbie, along with her friends and family, reside in the not-so-far-away magical province of Ghoulsville, where they become embroiled in a sinister plot to imprison Gabbie's father, the famed warlock professor Barister Del Toro. When Gabbie realizes that she has the power to expose the scheme and free her father from a dire fate, it will take all the courage that she can muster to face down the malevolent forces that would swirl against her. It's a high-flying adventure filled with excitement, danger, magic, and the power of friends and family!The third book of the award-winning "e;The Longest Halloween"e; series.

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IN THE TEACHER’S LOUNGE

In Lady Grimm’s office

Of all Gabbie’s faults, carelessness and an incessant curiosity were by far the most problematic. When the two faults surfaced together, they made for even more trouble for Gabbie. On her way back to class, thinking that she would save time by sliding down through the back closet’s connecting pole and cutting through the council room, she noticed that there was a serious meeting going on in Lady Grimm’s office. She noted from her rather obscured position behind one of the sofas in the room that Walden and the other two Warlock Sentries—the cute one with the blond-tipped hair and another one, older with a serious face and a shaven head-- were there, as was Lady Grimm and another member of the Warlock Sentry, even older with a moustache and goatee, who must have just arrived. Master Bela, the music teacher and now acting vice principal and the McTavishes—Linda and Landon, who taught and coached Ghoulsball and the Screamleaders were also present. The male coach, Landon, wore a sling as he had reportedly injured his shoulder in recreational play that past weekend. A blue fire crackled in the corner and one of the school’s resident ghosts, Miss Blumington, served tea to the gathered teachers and officials.

“Couldn’t the message have been misconstrued?” Lady Grimm asked.

“Who knows, my dear Lady Grimm,” the Sentry with the goatee and moustache responded, “but we’re tasked with making sure that the right people are in custody. Everyone is depending on the inspecting agents, which would be us, to get this right.”

Lady Grimm looked as she was undone…a look that Gabbie thought that she always seemed to have but this time it was like undone to the nth power.

“Thank you, Blumington,” she said, sinking to the chair in front of the fireplace as the ghost placed a cup of tea on the small stand next to the chair.

“It’s just a bit startling, Godric,” she said to the Sentry with the goatee. “To think that there might be someone on staff here that could be party to such malevolence. It’s simply sinister.”

“Lady Grimm, we’re talking about a dead headmaster and the imprisonment of one of the most powerful warlock teachers at Ghoul School, who guilt is at best in question,” Elton said. “There’s pressure from the Queen herself that no stone is left unturned. Croft’s last message seemed to indicate that the school was a potential sanctuary site for individuals sympathetic to the Dread Resolve, so we’ve no choice but to ensure if there was anything to that final, fateful warning.”

Dread Resolve? Gabbie wondered. What was that? Did it have anything to do with Lord Jinn Dread, a malevolent villain who had tried on several occasions to overthrow Zeldabub and the House of Ghouls? He was now for all intents and purposes thought to be dead, though his influence still lived on.

“And how again did you come by this information?” the female Coach McTavish asked.

“Well, you’ve heard that the robes of the Night Guard were all that was recovered at the site,” Elton replied.

“Yes.”

“It turns out that there was more. Show them, Captain,” Elton said.

Godric pulled out a plastic bag containing the bauble with the school brand on it. “I can’t take credit for this, though,” Godric said, “It was our Walden that originally got this message.”

“Is that one of our…?”

“Your teacher baubles.”

“What’s the significance of this?” asked Linda McTavish. Gabbie couldn’t see what it was that they were bandying around, nor could she see the quick exchange between the two McTavishes. “Clearly a member of the teaching staff was there—either Barister or one of his mentees. I fail to see how that piece is relevant.”

“Well, the fact that it’s a yellow piece,” Walden spoke up, “indicative, I believe of a nontenured teacher, disqualifies both Barister or his charges as being its owner.”

“Well then, who?”

“That is precisely what we’re here to determine,” Godric said. “If indeed this was dropped at the site, purposefully or by accident, it may prove to be of critical importance in the resolution of what happened at Pumpkin Hill.”

“And it was you, Walden, who received this bauble from our late Principal Croft?” Professor Bela asked.

“Yes, Professor, as sad as it is for me to admit,” Walden replied, “it apparently was delivered to him by a small sprite who happened upon the site before the authorities arrived.”

“Damned sprites! Always meddling and throwing a wrench into things,” Professor Bela said.

“There’s something minimally narcissistic about this don’t you think?” the male Coach McTavish asked. “Our school subjected to this occupation because Her Highness can’t accept the possibility that there may be impropriety in her relative. That bauble notwithstanding—I mean, how can we even know that it was pulled from the site and not planted by someone who is squarely on Del Toro’s side? You, for example, being his brother-in-law.”

Gabbie felt her fists curl. Did Coach McTavish even know her father? How could he be so sure of his guilt?

“Walden, you have to admit that it does have a bit of insincerity,” Lady Grimm acquiesced.

“I know how it looks,” Walden replied, totally unfluffed. “Happily, it should be a matter easily proven or disproven with a simple canvassing of the faculty robes.”

“Unfortunately, the family relations do run deep here,” Godric said, “and yes, the Queen is not eager to believe that her brother-in-law could be part of a plot to steal away the Everlasting Wick from Jack of the Lantern. As for Walden, yes, he is the Queen’s brother, which makes him Barister Del Toro’s brother-in-law as well, but I can vouch for his honesty. He has an impeccable record with the Sentry, and he has said whatever this bauble provides, and I agree it’s a longshot, it should be easily proven with a simple search of your faculty’s uniforms for a missing yellow button,” Elton said.

So, Gabbie thought to herself, there might be someone right here at the school who could be involved with what she and her family had already decided was a set up and that they had dropped one of their faculty buttons at the crime scene.

“If I understand this correctly,” Lady Grimm said, “an identifying button from one of our faculty robes that couldn’t possibly belong to Barister or to his charges was recovered under dubious means from the site of the Pumpkin Hill Plunder. The Queen wishes to ensure that this isn’t indicative of anyone on our faculty being, at the most, present on the night in question.”

“Essentially,” Walden said.

“Might not be a bad idea,” Professor Bela said, “to search out the faculty as the Queen wants—be done with it.”

Gabbie felt her heart leap. If Walden and the Warlock Sentry could find the ones who actually burned down Jack of the Lantern’s home on Pumpkin Hill and made off with the Everlasting Wick, it would mean freedom for her father and his students! And if those villains were here at Ghoul School, why she herself would do anything in her power, meager as it was, to help them out.

“Understand, Lady Grimm, we’ll try to be as discrete and as efficient as possible in our investigation,” the other Sentry, the black man named Ethan, tried to reassure her.

“Of course, I understand the seriousness of the situation,” Lady Grimm said, “and you’ll have our full cooperation in your investigation. But I doubt seriously if you’ll find anyone here who has any information about what happened that night atop Pumpkin Hill, I can assure you of that.”

“Nevertheless, we’re bonded to search out these premises.”

“It’s quite ironic that you all would be called upon to act on behalf of one of the leaders of your rival organization,” Professor Bela said with a wry smile at Godric.

“Sir, the so-called Night Guard started by Barister Del Toro and Niall LeGrand is hardly a rival,” Elton snapped. “The Warlock Sentry, on the other hand, is a professional organization highly trained to carry out these affairs. The Night Guard is merely a local rebel group of individuals who failed to make the cut.” Elton looked offended that Professor Bela would even make the comparison.

“No need to be uncivil,” Lady Grimm said rising to her feet. “There are those who think the Night Guard a good thing and that the Warlock Sentry is stretched rather thin these days. But the day is pressing on, are we done here then?”

“We are,” Godric said, rising to his feet.

Gabbie had used their all rising to their feet as her cue to make it out of her hiding place as quickly as she could. Her mind raced with what she knew about the history of the Night Guard and the Warlock Sentry. She stumbled and knew that once she fell, it would be all over, and she would be on punishment for days…but the fall never came. She felt herself being stopped mid fall from...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 17.10.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Kinder- / Jugendbuch
• ISBN-13: 979-8-3178-1827-2 / 9798317818272