Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)
The whimpering grew louder and more desperate, then rose to a keening wail. Allie Nichols ran down the long, shadowy hallway, trying to reach the source of the sound. The sadness and hopelessness of it tore at her heart. She had to find out who was in such terrible misery. But it was so dark, so difficult to see! She followed the cries through countless twists and turns and found herself at a dead end.
She forced herself to stop and listen, to try to get her bearings. At first she couldn’t hear anything but the rasp of her own breath, ragged