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Chapter One: IN WHICH the World Is Turned Upside Down
The pale light of the newly risen sun made the dew shimmer on the nearby grass as Jared, Mallory, and Simon trudged along the early morning roads. They were tired, but the need to get home kept them going. Mallory shivered in her thin white dress, clutching her sword so hard that her knuckles went white. Beside her, Simon shuffled along, kicking stray bits of asphalt. Jared was quiet too. Each time his eyes closed, even for a moment, all he saw were goblins — hundreds of goblins, with Mulgarath at their head.
Jared tried to distract himself by planning what he would say to his mother when they finally got home. She was going to be furious with them for being gone all night and even madder at Jared because of that thing with the knife. But he could explain everything now. He imagined telling her about the shape-shifting ogre, the rescue of Mallory from the dwarves, and the way they had tricked the elves. His mother would look at the sword and she would have to believe them. And then she would forgive Jared for everything.
A sharp sound, like a tea kettle whistling at full volume, snapped him back to the present. They were at the gate of the Spiderwick estate. To Jared's horror, trash, papers, feathers, and broken furniture littered the lawn.
"What is all that?" Mallory gasped.
A screech drew Jared's eyes upward, where Simon's griffin was chasing a small creature around the roof and knocking pieces of slate loose. Stray feathers drifted over the roof tiles.
"Byron!" Simon called, but the griffin either didn't hear or chose to ignore him. Simon turned to Jared inexasperation. "He shouldn't be up there. His wing is still hurt."
"What's he after?" Mallory asked, squinting.
"A goblin, I think," said Jared slowly. The memory of teeth and claws red with blood awakened a horrible dread within him.
"Mom!" Mallory gasped, and began to run toward the house.
Jared and Simon raced after her. Up close they could see that the windows of the old estate were smashed and the front door hung by a single hinge.
They darted inside, through the mudroom, stepping over scattered keys and torn coats. In the kitchen, water poured from the faucet, filling a sink piled with broken plates and spilling onto the floor, where food from the overturned freezer was defrosting in wet piles. The wallboard had been punched open in places, and plaster dust, mingling with spilled flour and cereal, covered the stove.
The dining room table was still upright, but several of the chairs were knocked over, their caning ripped. One of their great-uncle's paintings was slashed and the frame was cracked, although it still hung on the wall.
The living room was worse: The television was shattered and their game console had been shoved through it. The sofas were ripped open, and stuffing was scattered across the floorboards like drifts of snow. And there, sitting on the remains of a brocade footstool, was Thimbletack.
As Jared moved closer to the little brownie, he could see that Thimbletack had a long, raw scratch on his shoulder and that his hat was missing. He blinked up at Jared with wet, black eyes.
"All my fault, all my fault," Thimbletack said. "I tried to fight; my magic's too slight." A tear rolled down his thin cheek, and he wiped it away angrily. "Goblins alone I might have driven off. The ogre just looked at me and scoffed."
"Where's Mom?" Jared demanded. He could feel himself trembling.
"Just before the break of day, they bound her and carried her away," Thimbletack said.
"They can't have!" Simon's voice was close to a squeak. "Mom!" he called, rushing to the stairs and shouting up to the next landing. "Mom!"
"We have to do something," said Mallory.
"We saw her," Jared said softly, sitting down on the ruined couch. He felt light-headed, and hot and cold at the same time. "At the quarry. She was the adult the goblins had with them. Mulgarath had her, and we didn't even notice. We should have listened — I should have listened. I never should have opened Uncle Arthur's stupid book."
The brownie shook his head vigorously. "To protect the house and those inside is my duty, Guide or no Guide."
"But if I had destroyed it like you said, none of this would have happened!" Jared punched himself in the leg.
Thimbletack scrubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. "No one knows if that is true or not. I hid it away — see what we got?"
"Enough with the pity party — neither of you is helping!" Mallory squatted beside the footstool, handing the brownie his hat. "Where would they have taken Mom?"
Thimbletack shook his head sadly. "Goblins are filthy things, the master worse than his hirelings. They would dwell somewhere as foul as they, but where that is, I cannot say."
From above them there was a whistle and a clatter.
"One goblin is still on the roof," said Simon, looking up. "It must know!"
Jared stood up. "We'd better stop Byron before he eats it."
"Right," said Simon, heading up the stairs.
The three kids ran up the steps and down the hall toward the attic. The bedroom doors on the second floor were open. Torn clothing, pillow feathers, and ripped bedding spilled out into the hall. Outside Jared and Simon's shared room, cracked, empty tanks lay on the floor. Simon froze, a stricken expression on his face.
"Lemondrop?" Simon called. "Jeffrey? Kitty?"
"Come on," Jared said. As he steered Simon away from the wreckage of their room, he caught sight of the hall closet. The shelves were dripping with lotions and shampoos, which had also soaked the scattered towels. And at the bottom, near deep scratches in the wallboard, the secret door to Arthur's library had been ripped off its hinges.
"How did they find it?" Mallory asked.
Simon shook his head. "I guess they ransacked the place looking for it."
Jared crouched down and wriggled into Arthur Spiderwick's library. Bright sunlight streaming through the single window showed the damage clearly. Tears burned his eyes as he stepped across a carpet of shredded pages. Arthur's books had been ripped free of their bindings and scattered. Torn sketches and toppled bookshelves littered the floor. Jared looked around the room helplessly.
"Well?" Mallory called.
"Destroyed," Jared said. "Everything's destroyed."
"Come on," Simon called. "We have to get that goblin."
Jared nodded his head, despite the fact that neither his brother nor his sister could see him, and moved numbly toward the door. There was something about the desecration of this one room — a room that had remained secret all these years — that made Jared feel as though nothing would ever be right again.
Together he, Simon, and Mallory trudged up the stairs to the attic, crossing over glittering pieces of smashed holiday ornaments and stepping past a broken dress form. In the dim light Jared could see dust erupting in time with the clattering of griffin claws, and he could hear more screeching above them.
"One more level and we can step right onto the roof," Jared said, pointing to the final staircase. It led to the single highest room in the house, a small tower with half-boarded windows on all four sides.
"I think I heard some barking," Simon said as they climbed. "That goblin must still be okay."
When they reached the top of the tower, Mallory swung her sword at the window boards, splintering them. Jared tried to pry off what was left loose.
"I'll go first," Simon said, hopping onto the ledge and gingerly climbing past the jagged slats and onto the roof.
"Wait!" Jared shouted. "What makes you think you can control that griffin?" But Simon didn't seem to be paying attention.
Mallory strapped on a belt, wrapping it around the sword so it hung from her hip. "Come on!"
Jared swung his legs over the sill and stepped out onto the slate. The sudden sunlight almost blinded him, and for a moment his blurry eyes scanned the forest beyond their lawn.
Then he saw Simon approaching the griffin, who had cornered the goblin against one of the brick chimneys. The goblin was Hogsqueal.
Copyright © 2004 by Tony DiTerlizzi and Holly Black
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Chapter One: IN WHICH
More Than a Cat Goes Missing
The late bus dropped Jared Grace at the bottom of his street. From there it was an uphill climb to the dilapidated old house where his family was staying until his mother found something better or his crazy old aunt wanted it back. The red and gold leaves of the low-hanging trees around the gate made the gray shingles look forlorn. The place looked as bad as Jared felt.
He couldn't believe he'd had to stay after school already.
It wasn't like he didn't try to get along with the other kids. He just wasn't good at it. Take today, for example. Sure, he'd been drawing a brownie while the teacher was talking, but he was still paying attention. More or less. And she didn't have to hold up his drawing in front of the whole class. After that, the kids wouldn't stop bothering him. Before he knew it, he was ripping some boy's notebook in half.
He'd hoped things would be better at this school. But since his parents' divorce, things had gone from bad to worse.
Jared walked into the kitchen. His twin, Simon, sat at the old farmhouse table with an untouched saucer of milk in front of him.
Simon looked up. "Have you seen Tibbs?"
"I just got home." Jared went to the fridge and took a swig of apple juice. It was so cold that it made his head hurt.
"Well, did you see him outside?" Simon asked. "I've looked everywhere."
Jared shook his head. He didn't care about the stupid cat. She was just the newest member of Simon's menagerie. One more animal wanting to be petted or fed, or jumping on his lap when he was busy.
Jared didn't know why he and Simon were so different. In movies, identical twins got cool powers like reading each other's minds with a look. It figured that the most real-life twins could do was wear the same-size pants.
Their sister, Mallory, thundered down the stairs, lugging a large bag. The hilts of fencing swords stuck out from one end.
"Hey, good job getting detention, nutcase." Mallory slung the bag over her shoulder and walked toward the back door. "At least this time, no one's nose got broken."
"Don't tell Mom, okay, Mal?" Jared pleaded.
"Whatever. She's going to find out sooner or later." Mallory shrugged and headed out onto the lawn. Clearly this new fencing team was even more competitive than the last. Mallory had taken to practicing at every spare moment. It bordered on obsessive.
"I'm going to Arthur's library," Jared said, and started up the stairs.
"But you have to help me find Tibbs. I waited for you to get home so you could help."
"I don't have to do anything." Jared took the stairs two at a time.
In the upstairs hall he opened the linen closet and went inside. Behind the stacks of mothball-packed, yellowed sheets was the door to the house's secret room.
It was dim, lit faintly by a single window, and had the musty smell of old dust. The walls were lined with crumbling books. A massive desk covered in old papers and glass jars dominated one side of the room. Great-Great-Uncle Arthur's secret library. Jared's favorite place.
He glanced back at the painting that hung next to the entrance. A portrait of Arthur Spiderwick peered down at him with small eyes half hidden behind tiny, round glasses. Arthur didn't look that old, but he had a pinched mouth and he seemed stuffy. He certainly didn't seem like someone who would believe in faeries.
Opening the first drawer on the left-hand side of the desk, Jared tugged free a cloth-wrapped book: Arthur Spiderwick's Field Guide to the Fantastical World Around Us. He'd only found it a few weeks before, but already Jared had come to think of it as his. He kept it with him most of the time, sometimes even sleeping with it under his pillow. He would have even brought it to school, but he was afraid someone would take it from him.
There was a faint sound inside the wall.
"Thimbletack?" Jared called softly.
He could never be sure when the house brownie was around.
Jared put the book down next to his latest project -- a portrait of his dad. No one, not even Simon, knew that Jared had been practicing drawing. He wasn't very good -- in fact, he was awful. But the Guide was for recording stuff, and to record well, he was going to have to learn to draw. Still, after today's humiliation, he didn't feel much like bothering. To be honest, he felt like tearing the picture of his father to pieces.
"There is a fell smell in the air," said a voice close to Jared's ear. "Best take care."
He whirled around to see a small nut-brown man dressed in a doll-size shirt and pants made from a dress sock. He was standing on one of the bookshelves at Jared's eye level, holding on to a piece of thread. At the top of the shelf, Jared could see the glint of a silver needle that the brownie had used to rappel down with.
"Thimbletack," Jared said, "what's wrong?"
"Could be trouble, could be nought. Whatever it is, it's what you wrought."
"What?"
"You kept the book despite my advice. Sooner or later there'll be a price."
"You always say that," said Jared. "What about the price for the sock you cut up to make your outfit? Don't tell me that was Aunt Lucinda's."
Thimbletack's eyes flashed. "Do not laugh, not today. You will learn to fear the fey."
Jared sighed and walked to the window. The last thing he needed was more trouble. Below, he could see the whole backyard. Mallory was close to the carriage house, stabbing at the air with her foil. Further out, near the broken-down plank fence that separated the yard from the nearby forest, Simon stood, hands cupped, probably calling for that stupid cat. Beyond that, thick trees obscured Jared's view. Downhill, in the distance, a highway cut through the woods, looking like a black snake in tall grass.
Thimbletack grabbed hold of the thread and swung over to the window ledge. He started to speak, then just stared outside. Finally he seemed to get his voice back. "Goblins in the wood. Doesn't look good. My warning comes too late. There's no help for your fate."
"Where?"
"By the fence. Have you no sense?"
Jared squinted and looked in the direction the brownie indicated. There was Simon, standing very still and staring at the grass in an odd way. Jared watched in horror as his brother started to struggle. Simon twisted and struck out, but there was nothing there.
"Simon!" Jared tried to force the window open, but it was nailed shut. He pounded on the glass.
Then Simon fell to the ground, still fighting some invisible foe. A moment later, he disappeared.
"I don't see anything!" he shouted at Thimbletack. "What is going on?"
Thimbletack's black eyes gleamed. "I had forgotten, your eyes are rotten. But there is a way, if you do what I say."
"You're talking about the Sight, aren't you?"
The brownie nodded.
"But how come I can see you and not the goblins?"
"We can choose to show what we want you to know."
Jared grabbed the Guide and ruffled through pages he knew nearly by heart: sketches, watercolor illustrations, and notes in his uncle's scratchy handwriting.
"Here," Jared said.
The little brownie leapt from the ledge to the desk.
The page beneath Jared's fingers showed different ways to get the Sight. He scanned quickly. "'Red hair. Being the seventh son of a seventh son. Faerie bathwater'?" He stopped at the last and looked up at Thimbletack, but the little brownie was pointing excitedly down the page. The illustration showed it clearly, a stone with a hole through the middle, like a ring.
"With the lens of stone, you can see what's not shown." With that, Thimbletack jumped from the desk. He skittered across the floor toward the door to the linen closet.
"We don't have time to look for rocks," Jared yelled, but what could he do except follow?
Copyright © 2003 by Tony DiTerlizzi and Holly Black
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