Monster HighEver After High: The Legend of Shadow High by Shannon Hale & Dean Hale

Author:Shannon Hale & Dean Hale
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction / Media Tie-In, Juvenile Fiction / Toys, Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues / Friendship, Puppets, Dolls
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2017-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

THE GIRLS MARCH ON THROUGH THE DISMAL, unchanging scenery. Whatever light illuminates this place doesn’t shift—no lowering of sunlight, no shadows, just a constant dim glow from somewhere beyond the fog. It gives the place an eerie feeling, as if they are pacing under a dome, some enormous cage built to hold them. Frankie shivers, feeling well and truly caged.

“We should have gotten somewhere by now,” Frankie says. “Each of my steps is about half a meter long, and I have taken four thousand six hundred and eight. Nine. Ten.”

“You’ve been counting your steps?” Raven asks. “This whole time?”

“Well, we had to calculate distance somehow.” Also, the counting helps Frankie focus her thoughts and not imagine anything scary that might materialize in the fog. “How are you guys keeping track? Magic or something?”

“Um,” Raven says, “I’m not keeping track.”

Draculaura points into the fog. “Whoa, do you see that?”

“Yes,” Apple says, a touch of a groan in her voice. “It’s fog. More fog.”

“No, up ahead. I think there’s an island or something.”

The thin bridge of land opens into a wide, round patch of land.

Apple yawns, covering her mouth with a dainty hand. “Hey, Frankie, what time is it?”

Frankie instinctively pulls out her iCoffin, but the clock had stopped when they entered the Margins. “I don’t know. Why would you ask me?”

“I figured since you were counting steps, you might be counting seconds, too,” Apple says.

“That’s just crazy,” Frankie says. “Who would count seconds?”

“The kind of person who counts steps?” Apple replies stiffly, as if doing her best to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

“Well, actually,” Frankie says, not keeping the annoyance out of her voice, “I can probably figure that out. If each step takes about two seconds, and two times four thousand seven hundred and fifty…”

“Is she really going to do this?” Raven whispers to Draculaura.

“Totes,” Draculaura says with a smile.

“That’s one hundred and fifty-eight minutes,” Frankie says. “Let’s round up to one sixty for all the talking.… So it’s been just over two and a half hours. What time was it when we left?”

“Let’s just say it’s bedtime,” Draculaura says. “I think we’re all tired, and this is a good place to camp.”

“I should have brought camping stuff,” Raven says.

“I brought provisions!” says Apple, handing out princess pea–butter sandwiches and fairyberry juice boxes.

After they eat, Apple detaches the outer layer of her skirt in a flourish, leaving her to look exactly as she did before, except with a slightly less poofy skirt.

“We can use this to sleep on,” she says. “It should be softer than the stone.”

She lays out the frilly red-and-gold cloth, but it’s not big enough for four of them.

“I sleep on a metal slab at home,” Frankie says. “Stone will be just fine for me.”

“I’m good with stone, too,” Draculaura says.

Frankie knows that Drac’s sleeping coffin at home has plenty of cushions, but she also knows that her friend can sleep soundly while hanging upside down in a noisy bat cave, so Frankie supposes she’ll be fine.

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