The Revenge of the Wizard's Ghost Quotes

“The professor said nothing. He strode forward boldly and flashed his light into the yawning black pit. Broad, worn steps stretched away before them. After a brief hesitation they started down. The flight of stairs began to curve to the left almost immediately, and it turned into a spiral that wound around and around endlessly. The farther down they went, the colder it got, but there was something more than cold here—there was an evil, brooding stillness that weighed on their hearts, filling them with despair.”
― John Bellairs, The Revenge of the Wizard's Ghost

“Well, I never!” muttered the professor as he stepped through the doorway. “If I were the owner of this place, I would fire the people who are in charge of locking up at night. Lets just have a brief little stroll around and then go back to the hotel for the night. Okay?” Fergie nodded, and he followed the professor down the gravel drive toward the mansion. It was twilight now, and they could not see much without their flashlights. Slowly they moved forward, and the only sound was the crunching of their shoes on the gravel. As Fergie walked along, an odd thought popped into his head: Somebody left the door open on purpose. Somebody wanted us to come in. This was a silly thought, and normally it would have made Fergie laugh. But he didn’t laugh. Instead, he glanced nervously at the vast, shadowy church. What if a figure stepped out of the dark and moved toward them? What would they do? It was not a pleasant thought, and Fergie tried hard to put it out of his mind.”
― John Bellairs, The Revenge of the Wizard's Ghost

“One gusty cold night Johnny was walking home from Fergie’s house. At the start of the walk he was in a pretty good mood, because he had beaten Fergie in three straight games of chess. But as he walked on, he found that he was getting jittery. It was so windy that a few dead branches came clattering down near Johnny, and sometimes a very strong gust would knock over a garbage can in an alley. The endless moaning in the trees was not very pleasant either. By the time he got to the end of Fillmore Street, Johnny was jumping at every sound that he heard. He glanced ahead and saw the windows glowing in his grandparents’ house, and—as always —this sight made him feel good. He started walking faster, but he came to a sudden halt when he heard a scraping noise off to his right. Something was moving toward him.”
― John Bellairs, The Revenge of the Wizard's Ghost