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BOOK TWO SYNOPSIS
A HOLIDAY TO REMEMBER
When Max Sumner and the Grey Griffins (Ernie, Natalia, and Harley) are invited to Lord Sumner's castle in Scotland, they look forward to a relaxing vacation. But things go horribly awry when Max's dad goes missing, and a band of seemingly indestructible werewolves comes after them. Will Max and the Grey Griffins be able to save his father and keep the powerful Spear of Ragnarok from falling into the wicked clutches of Margan LaFey?
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PROLOGUE
Darkness spilled into eleven-year-old Max Sumner's bedroom as he rubbed his eyes and looked around. It was happening again . . . something was coming for him.
Max slid his hand under his pillow only to find that the Codex Spiritus, the magical book that could save his life, was nowhere to be found. His heart raced in panic and his skin began to crawl as Max realized how helpless he was. When the monster came for him, there would be nothing he could do.
Suddenly the window burst open with a crash, hurling snow and sleet that stung Max's face and whipped frantically through the air. Then came a rush of beating wings and the deafening cry that Max recognized instantly as bats -- hundreds of them.
His eyes frozen shut, Max opened his mouth to scream, but the wind sucked away his breath and numbed his ears until all he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat. He was lost in a fury of blizzard and bat wings, drowning and senseless.
Then, suddenly, the wind stopped and the room grew quiet.
Max managed to slowly open his eyes, and as his vision cleared, he could see a tall figure standing before him, wrapped in the swirling shadows of a long and tattered cape.
As their eyes met, Max began to shiver. It wasn't the interloper's smoldering eyes that frightened him. Nor was it the shining sword held in the stranger's gloved grip. There was but one single feature about this man that scared Max more than anything else: his smile, wherein lay the unmistakable fangs of a vampire.
"No!" Max shouted, as he sat up in his bed, sweat beading on his forehead as he took shallow breaths. But there was no vampire, and his window was shut and locked tight.
The nightmares had returned.
Click Here To Read Chapter 1: THE BEGINNINGS OF A CREEPY CHRISTMAS
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