I looked and saw water rushing in from Galveston Bay on one side and from the gulf on the other. The two seas met in the middle of Broadway, swirling over the wooden paving blocks, and I couldn't help but shudder at the sight. All of Galveston appeared to be under water. Galveston, Texas, may be the booming city of the brand-new twentieth century, but to Seth, it is the end of a dream. He longs to be a carpenter like his father, but his family has moved to Galveston so he can go to a good school. Still, the last few weeks of summer might not be so bad. Seth has a real job as a builder and the beach is within walking distance. Things seem to be looking up, until a storm warning is raised one sweltering afternoon. No one could have imagined anything like this. Giant walls of water crash in from the sea. Shingles and bricks are deadly missiles flying through the air. People not hit by flying debris are swept away by rushing water. Forget the future, Seth and his family will be lucky to survive the next twenty-four hours. Dark Water Rising is a 2007 Bank Street - Best Children's Book of the Year.

It is 1900, and Sarah Trevelyan, a pupil-teacher, is desperate to reclaim her family home, Darkwater Hall. Lost by her grandfather in a gambling wager, its present owner, John Azrael, is a mysterious man who draws her into a bizarre bargain ... the fulfilment of her dreams ... if she will only give up her soul. In 2000, Darkwater Hall is a private school for boys. Tom Hughes longs for the education found within its walls, but instead goes to the local school and has trouble with unpleasant bullies. His twin brother, Simon, who died at birth, is his constant companion, unseen or heard by anyone else. When Tom meets the strange girl Sarah, and a new teacher, Azrael, he finds himself embroiled in their deadly deal ...

A National Book Award Finalist A Kirkus Reviews Best Books for Teens Fifteen-year-old Pearl DeWitt lives in Fallbrook, California, where it's sunny 340 days of the year, and where her uncle owns a grove of 900 avocado trees. Uncle Hoyt hires migrant workers regularly, but Pearl doesn't pay much attention to them...until Amiel. From the moment she sees him, Pearl is drawn to this boy who keeps to himself, fears being caught by la migra, and is mysteriously unable to talk. Then the wildfires strike.

A selection of deliciously spooky short stories from the Japanese master of suspense, the acclaimed author of RING. The film DARK WATER is based on the first story in the collection.

It is a life-changing deal—and it will end your life as you know it. Sarah Trevelyan would give anything to regain the power and wealth her family has lost, so she makes a bargain with Azrael, Lord of Darkwater Hall. He will give her everything she needs to restore the Trevelyan name, and one hundred years to do it—in exchange for her soul. Fast-forward a hundred years to Tom, who dreams of attending Darkwater Hall School. A professor named Azrael offers him a bargain. Will Sarah be able to stop Tom from making the same mistake? Catherine Fisher's version of Faust is utterly spellbinding!

"Compulsively readable."—New York Times Book Review From Stuart Turton, author of The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, comes an extraordinary new locked-room murder mystery. A murder on the high seas. A remarkable detective duo. A demon who may or may not exist. It's 1634, and Samuel Pipps, the world's greatest detective, is being transported to Amsterdam to be executed for a crime he may, or may not, have committed. Traveling with him is his loyal bodyguard, Arent Hayes, who is determined to prove his friend innocent. Among the other guests is Sara Wessel, a noblewoman with a secret. But no sooner is their ship out to sea than devilry begins to blight the voyage. A strange symbol appears on the sail. A dead leper stalks the decks. Livestock dies in the night. And then the passengers hear a terrible voice, whispering to them in the darkness, promising three unholy miracles, followed by a slaughter. First an impossible pursuit. Second an impossible theft. And third an impossible murder. Could a demon be responsible for their misfortunes? With Pipps imprisoned, only Arent and Sara can solve a mystery that stretches back into their past and now threatens to sink the ship, killing everybody on board. Shirley Jackson meets Sherlock Holmes in this chilling thriller of supernatural horror, occult suspicion, and paranormal mystery on the high seas.

DIVDIVThis classic Gothic romance, hailed by the Boston Globe as “a gem of its species,” tells the spine-tingling story of a young woman caught up in an English manor’s shadowed, violent past—and confronted by the very real dangers that lie within /divDIV Fanny Davenport has lived at Darkwater ever since she was brought there as a young orphan. She both loves and detests the forbidding English estate on the moors, haunted by the death of its long-ago mistress. When the scream of a bird caught in the chimney pierces the gloom one night, she knows it to be a harbinger of violent things to come. It all begins when Fanny boards a ship to pick up two Chinese children who have been entrusted to her uncle’s care. But Adam Marsh, the handsome stranger who hands over the sister and brother, may be an imposter. Then the children’s elderly amah disappears. The reappearance of Adam Marsh only raises more questions. Can Fanny trust him? Is he her only ally against a cunning killer waiting to claim one more life?/div/div

Mark Twain meets classic Stephen King -- a bold new direction for widely acclaimed Edgar Award winner Joe R. Lansdale. May Lynn was once a pretty girl who dreamed of becoming a Hollywood star. Now she's dead, her body dredged up from the Sabine River. Sue Ellen, May Lynn's strong-willed teenage friend, sets out to dig up May Lynn's body, burn it to ash, and take those ashes to Hollywood to spread around. If May Lynn can't become a star, then at least her ashes will end up in the land of her dreams. Along with her friends Terry and Jinx and her alcoholic mother, Sue Ellen steals a raft and heads downriver to carry May Lynn's remains to Hollywood. Only problem is, Sue Ellen has some stolen money that her enemies will do anything to get back. And what looks like a prime opportunity to escape from a worthless life will instead lead to disastrous consequences. In the end, Sue Ellen will learn a harsh lesson on just how hard growing up can really be.

The summer sun beat down mercilessly on the four teenage boys as they hiked up the winding trail to Darkwater Falls. Sam led the way, his confident stride setting the pace for the others. Jason and Mike followed close behind, exchanging excited whispers about their plans for the day. Bobby brought up the rear, his steps becoming more hesitant with each passing minute. As they neared the top of the falls, the roar of cascading water grew louder, drowning out the forest sounds around them. The air became cooler and misty, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat they'd left behind. "We're almost there!" Sam called back to the others, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Bobby's stomach churned with anxiety. He'd been dreading this moment ever since the others had proposed their daring plan to jump from the top of the falls. Now, as they approached their destination, his fear threatened to overwhelm him. "Guys," Bobby said, his voice barely audible over the thundering water, "I don't think I can do this. I... I can't swim." The other three boys stopped in their tracks, turning to face their friend with looks of disbelief and amusement. "You can't be serious," Jason scoffed. "We've been planning this for weeks!" Mike chimed in, "Don't be such a baby, Bobby. It's just a little water." Sam approached Bobby, slinging an arm around his shoulders in a gesture that seemed friendly but held an undercurrent of mockery. "Listen, buddy, there's nothing to be afraid of. We'll be right there with you. If anything happens, we'll save you. Promise." Bobby looked from one face to another, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion. He found none. These boys, whom he'd thought were his friends, now seemed like strangers – cold and uncaring. "I really don't think—" Bobby began, but Mike cut him off. “Enough of this. We came here to jump, and that's what we're going to do." He exchanged a meaningful look with Sam and Jason. "Here, we'll help you." Before Bobby could protest further, he felt hands on his back, shoving him forward. Time seemed to slow as he teetered on the edge of the falls, his arms windmilling desperately as he tried to regain his balance. For a brief moment, he locked eyes with Sam, silently pleading for help. But Sam's expression remained impassive, almost cruel. Then Bobby was falling. The world spun around him as he plummeted towards the dark water below. He caught a glimpse of his so-called friends laughing at the top of the falls, their faces distorted by the mist and his own terror. Bobby had just enough time to think, "They never intended to jump," before he hit the water. The impact was devastating. Bobby's head struck a submerged rock, and consciousness fled in an explosion of pain and darkness. His body sank beneath the churning surface, carried by the current to the depths of the falls' basin. Above, Sam, Jason, and Mike stared down at the spot where Bobby had disappeared. Their laughter died away, replaced by a growing sense of horror as the seconds ticked by and Bobby didn't resurface. "He's... he's just messing with us, right?" Jason asked, his voice trembling. Sam shook his head slowly, his face pale. "I don't think so." The reality of what they'd done began to sink in. They'd killed Bobby – the boy they'd tormented for years, the one they'd never truly considered a friend. And now, they were bound together by this terrible secret. Mike was the first to break the shocked silence. "We can't tell anyone what really happened. They'll think we murdered him." "But we did," Jason whispered. Sam's expression hardened. "No. It was an accident. That's our story, and we're sticking to it. Bobby slipped and fell. We tried to save him but couldn't. Got it?" The other two nodded numbly, sealing their pact of silence. As they hurried down the trail to raise the alarm, none of them noticed the strange ripple that passed across the surface of the dark water below – or the ghostly whisper that seemed to echo in the mist: "I'll make you pay..." The years that followed Bobby's death were hard on the three boys. Though they'd managed to convince everyone that Bobby's fall had been a tragic accident, the weight of their guilt took its toll. They drifted apart, each dealing with the aftermath in their own way. Sam threw himself into his studies, determined to leave their small town and its painful memories behind. Jason turned to alcohol, trying to drown out the nightmares that plagued him. Mike became withdrawn and paranoid, jumping at shadows and avoiding the outdoors altogether. It was five years before they saw each other again, brought together by a chance encounter at the local grocery store. The awkward silence that fell over them was broken by Sam's forced cheerfulness. "Hey guys, it's been a while. How about we grab a drink and catch up?" Jason readily agreed, already itching for his next fix. Mike hesitated but eventually nodded, unable to come up with a believable excuse. They found themselves at The Rusty Nail, a dingy bar on the outskirts of town. As they nursed their drinks, the conversation inevitably turned to that fateful day at Darkwater Falls. "Do you ever think about him?" Jason asked, his words slightly slurred. Mike flinched, glancing nervously around the bar. "Keep your voice down! Someone might hear." Sam leaned in, his expression serious. "Look, we all agreed never to talk about this again. It was an accident, remember? We need to move on." "Move on?" Mike hissed. "How can we move on when I see his face every time I close my eyes? When I hear his voice in the wind?" Jason nodded vigorously. "I know what you mean. Sometimes, when I'm near water, I swear I can hear him calling for help." Sam slammed his glass down on the table, startling his companions. "Enough! It's all in your heads. Bobby's gone, and no amount of guilt or superstition is going to bring him back. We need to let it go."