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“He had taken the precaution of closing the inside shutters of the only window, and his staff, though it leaned lightly on the door, was capable of keeping out anyone who did not want to smash his way in with an ax.”

Quote by John Bellairs

Book:The Face in the Frost
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The Face in the Frost

In 'The Face in the Frost,' readers are drawn into a gripping tale of mystery and fear. The story unfolds in a desolate village, where the relentless winter snowfall isolates the inhabitants. As the snow begins to reveal a face etched into the ground, the villagers are thrown into a state of panic and paranoia. The novel delves into themes of suspicion, isolation, and the human psyche, as the villagers struggle to uncover the truth behind the enigmatic figure in the snow. more

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John Bellairs
John Bellairs

John Bellairs was an American author known for his suspense and horror novels, primarily aimed at young readers. His works often combined elements of mystery and thriller, enjoying great popularity among his audience. more

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