The Curse in the Candlelight Quotes

“Friends don’t lie,”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“I wanted to come as the scariest thing I could imagine, but I didn't think turning up dressed as my mother would go down too well. So a ghost it was. - Miss Finch”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“Forgiving people isn't about what they need, Scarlet. It's about what you need.”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“And everyone screamed. “Honestly,” I heard Agatha say. “What did you lot have to go and scream for? You’ve probably ruined it now!” Little toad, I thought. She’d screamed as loud as the rest!”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“And as she said that, black plumes of smoke began rising from the suitcase, until they were enveloping me, filling my lungs, and I was pulled down inside … And I was falling … And falling …”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“It’s Muriel!” Ariadne cried. “She’s disappeared!”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“Freaks together! That’s us, isn’t it?” Rose grinned. When we’d had quite the adventure”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“was lost once. And you know what happened?” “What?” I asked, turning to face her. “You found me,” she said with a grin. And somehow, that was enough”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight

“I was in a forest, the wind whipping around me. Everything seemed grey, as though the colour had seeped out of the world. But I could see something up ahead: a fire. It was burning brightly. I couldn’t feel the heat, but I knew in my mind that it was there, that I could feel it brushing my skin as I moved closer. When I set foot in the clearing, I realised that it wasn’t just a fire. It was hundreds, maybe thousands of candles, burning all around me. There was someone standing among them. I saw the shadow of a tall hat, a long black dress, sinister sharp fingernails. She was chanting words in a language I couldn’t understand. She turned to me and her face was a blur. But it was Ebony. It felt like Ebony. The figure wore Ebony’s boots and had her black and battered suitcase at her feet. The girl’s features shifted like someone was crafting them out of clay, and soon the face was Ebony’s too. She smiled her unnerving smile at me. “Ivy,” she said. “You’re just in time.” The flames roared behind her. “What are you doing?” I asked. She didn’t reply, but reached down towards the suitcase and flicked the catches open. I had no idea what was inside it, but I felt instant dread filling my entire body. I didn’t want to look. I couldn’t. “You really should look more closely,” her voice insisted, singsong and seductive. “Why?” I asked, my feet carrying me nearer, even though I urged them to turn and run. The smile remained. “Because I’m going to do a trick.” And as she said that, black plumes of smoke began rising from the suitcase, until they were enveloping me, filling my lungs, and I was pulled down inside … And I was falling … And falling …”
― Sophie Cleverly, The Curse in the Candlelight