The Empty Grave (Lockwood & Co., #5)

by Jonathan Stroud

“Sounds like nonsense to me,” Kipps said. “The transformative power of ectoplasm? What’s that when it’s at home?”

Few non-spectral situations are as fearsome as being cornered by a deranged senior on stilts, with his ten steak-knife fingers clawing in your direction.

Our anger needed an outlet, and here were some senior citizens in armor trying to kill us. That pretty much fit the bill.

“And no, you can’t visit him. You’d only cause disaster somehow. Cubbins would trip and impale him on his sword, or Lockwood here would grin him half to death.