Dust & Grim
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From a bestselling author: Miss Peregrine meets The Graveyard Book in this middle grade adventure about rival siblings running a monster mortuary. Thirteen-year-old Molly doesn't know how she got the short end of the stick—being raised by her neglectful father—while Dustin, the older brother she's never met, got their mother and the keys to the family estate. But now the siblings are both orphaned, she's come home for her inheritance, and if Dustin won't welcome her into the family business, then she'll happily take her half in cash. There's just one problem: the family business is a mortuary for monsters, and Molly's not sure she's ready to deal with mysterious doors, talking wolves, a rogue devourer of magic, and a secret cemetery. It's going to take all of Dustin's stuffy supernatural knowledge and Molly's most heroic cosplay (plus a little help from non-human friends) for the siblings to figure it out and save the day...if only they can get along for five minutes. Bestselling author Chuck Wendig's middle grade debut is equal parts spooky, funny, and heartfelt—perfect for Halloween and year-round reading!
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This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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“We're a funeral home for monsters,” Vivacia said
“Viv!” Dustin said, scandalized.
“Fine. The supernatural,” the woman corrected. To Molly, in a lower voice, she said: “Monster is a bit of no-no word. We prefer not to use it, and they certainly prefer us not to use it. But we need common ground here, and I hope it helps you to understand.”
“Monsters,” Molly said, repeating the no-no word.
“The supernatural,” Viv corrected again.
“The nonstandard citizens,” Dustin said sharply.
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“Mollllllly,” the forest whispered in return.
She shuddered. “That's weird. You should stop that!”
“Sorrrrry,” the forest answered.
Well, at least it's a polite menacing voice.
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“What kind of poison?” Dustin asked.
Marsha chimed in: “Mucus-thorn and mire-berry.”
“Is that, like, some kind of alt-folk band?” Molly asked.
“Not as bad as that,” Ember said, grinning like, well, a fox. “But as poisons go? Pretty flappin' bad.”
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