Fortunately for everyone, the Hollows-the tiny cottage where they lived-was built on stilts above the swamp, and the flaming bits simply fell into the murky water. Grandmother and granddaughter listened to it land with a hearty plop. You don’t know you’re having an accident until you’re having one and-”Īnother piece of kitchen floor tipped into the still-smoking hole. “Kick! Winter!” Grandma Missouri lurched forward, one hand white-knuckled around her cane. Like right now, when her kitchen had acquired unexpected ventilation. For an old woman with a limp, Grandma Missouri could move fast when the situation warranted it. Then again, setbacks might be the least of her problems, because her grandmother was now standing in the kitchen doorway.
She wasn’t sure, and she chalked this one up to yet another example of school never teaching her anything she really needed to know. Kick coughed, waved smoke away from her face, and wondered if all burgeoning scientists had such unfortunate setbacks. “Should’ve reread those directions,” she muttered, knowing full well that she hadn’t read them in the first place.Īnother bit of floorboard fizzled out, plunging into the ragged hole and sending the black cat, Butler, flying for cover. Not a huge explosion, mind you, but one certainly large enough to send bits of floorboards everywhere. Visit For my mom, who knew Kick was amazing from the very beginning Hyperion, 125 West End Avenue, New York, New York 10023.No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher. Hyperion, an imprint of Disney Book Group.Cover design by Jamie Alloy and Mary Claire CruzĪll rights reserved.
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