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He’s young. He’s hot. He’s also evil. He’s . . . the librarian.
When Cynthia Rothschild’s best friend, Annie, falls head over heels for the new high-school librarian, Cyn can totally see why. He’s really young and super cute and thinks Annie would make an excellent library monitor. But after meeting Mr. Gabriel, Cyn realizes something isn’t quite right. Maybe it’s the creepy look in the librarian’s eyes, or the weird feeling Cyn gets whenever she’s around him. Before long Cyn realizes that Mr. Gabriel is, in fact . . . a demon. Now, in addition to saving the school musical from technical disaster and trying not to make a fool of herself with her own hopeless crush, Cyn has to save her best friend from the clutches of the evil librarian, who also seems to be slowly sucking the life force out of the entire student body! From best-selling author Michelle Knudsen, here is the perfect novel for teens who like their horror served up with a bit of romance, plenty of humor, and some pretty hot guys (of both the good and evil variety).
of the best Sweeneys I’ve ever seen, high-school production values notwithstanding.” I gape at him. I can’t even get past my surprise enough to feel insulted by his dig at high-school production values. “No, seriously,” he goes on, apparently entirely in earnest. “The whole cast and crew is safe, at least through opening night. I expect that will be all the time I need, in any case.” “Time for what?” I shout at him, infuriated and starting to completely lose my grip on the whole conversation.
dead. “Because I’ll be gone. And I hope you can find a way to be happy for me, Cyn. In the end.” “Annie —” “Good-bye, Cyn.” She looks me once more in the eyes, and then she walks away. I could run after her. But what would be the point? I’d just ruin her nice exit, and it wouldn’t change anything. The only way to change anything is to kill Mr. Gabriel. So that is what I will do. Somehow. After school, Ryan and I head to his place to do a little Internet research. I lean my head against
here. You’re going to blow them away.” There is enthusiastic cheering at this, and then the crew goes back to finishing up whatever last things we have to do while Mr. Henry does a few quick curtain-call run-throughs and then turns the cast over to Mr. Iverson for warm-ups. Watching my minions reinforcing tape marks on the floor and reading over tech cues while perfectly synced voices run up and down the scales along with the piano gives me chills, and I give myself one more moment to just
curved blade. I reach back with my other hand and pull out the textbook, which of course is no longer a textbook, either. It’s not as impressive as the ulu knife, though. It’s just kind of a flat rectangle of some kind of flexible plasticky material, and it still has the biology cover art on the front of it. The back, though, now sports a strap that’s connected to the plastic at both ends with some slack in the middle, which is very convenient. I loop my arm through it and slide it up around my
by girls trying to carry his books and offer him various baked goods, and the other guys in their group joking and laughing and pushing one another like nothing ever happened. And suddenly it is like nothing ever happened, like the past few weeks were just a dream. He seems so far away to me, like I’m seeing him through the same hopeless window I always used to, wanting to cross over and get to know him for real, wanting to be a part of his world, and vice versa, and feeling like it could